#and as unnie reminded me

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O BTW i watched the first ep of the dungeon meshi and I RLY LIKE ITTTT ive been meaning to start the manga for yrs but never got around to it TT... trigger seems to be doing rly well w the adaptation tho from what ive heard manga readers say and well just from watching it blind myself i alr rly love it and cant wait to see more...!!!

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i’m so happy people are liking my kkura smut like omg she’s so girlfriend material every time i see her i fall for her more and more and i was so shy to post after having not posted much lately so this really made me happy 🥹🩷

LOOK AT HER!!!!!

[onikiribattousai]

Remember that one scene from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, where Puss got scared of Death (AKA the Grim Reaper Wolf)?

I can only imagine if it was Sebastian and Undertaker doing that scene.

[babyilluwu]

I'm still on my Chanmi as AU!Illumi bullshit

[fillinforlater]

On her jeans (Part 2 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji, Pham Hanni (ft. Jisoo, Seungyeon, Seolhyun)

Length: 8018 words

Tags: You know what? How about no tags. Yes, really. This is very similar to the rest of the On her series, especially cuz it's a Part 2. Go have fun, I know you will have it ;)

TW: rushed editing, a terrible friend, nothing but sex matters

Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being a fantastic co-writer!

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part3-

(A/N: This fic has it all: from three cameos to rapid fire scene changes to betrayal to an all-time threesome combo. Have fun with these grown-ass women!)

"What the fuck, Unnie?" 

"What?" Kazuha says, not even bothering to turn her attention to the young girl. 

"He… I—" 

The ballerina then turns around to see tears forming in Minji's eyes. This is how so many of them must have looked when the realization came crashing over them like a merciless tsunami. Did I really just do this? Is it worth it? Will he ever have enough?

"As he should." Kazuha's expression turns cold, uncaring.  "I did exactly what you asked me to. I sent you to him. It looks like you weren't good enough for him. That's on you. If you can't stick it out, maybe you aren't cut out for all of this." 

"What—do you really feel that way? Is that why you do it?" Minji sobs.

"At the start sure, but now I know: he is my whole world, all that I could need or want. 

“I love him," Kazuha says with unflinching conviction.

"Really?" Minji shouts and Kazuha quickly shuts her up with a palm on her sore lips.

"Yes, really, and if you screw this up, I swear, I'll make your life a living hell." Kazuha looks around the long corridors of the Hybe building. She then removes her hand from Minji's lips and unexpectedly dives straight to the younger’s ear. "You can be a good girl for him, call him Master or Daddy and get your brains fucked out—but don't ever get in between us. When the time is right, I'll be the only one for him.

"Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Zuha-unnie."

"Good. Now, what did he say you need to do?"

#

A seemingly never ending, vicious cycle starts for Minji. She works her butt off, dances the entire day, goes through hours of meetings, recordings—and instead of going to bed every day, she takes every conceivable measure to go straight to your office. 

She walks in, lays on the table and waits for you to finish a call. At first, it's a mystery who you are talking to, but she finds out that it's all kinds of producers, managers, executives and most importantly—idols.

"So how is everything going?" Jisoo dreamily asks from the other end of the line.

"Well, I almost fucked up,” you respond in all honesty and drop your pants. “I almost slipped and told one of the new prospects they reminded me of you." 

Jisoo's face softens and smiles. It’s like you can hear every movement of her facial bones. "Oh? Care to tell me who? Is she prettier than I was back then?" 

"Impossible," You say sincerely. 

"You're sweet, but don't think you're off the hook for that little quick tryst you had with Jennie. Rosie's sad about it. You need to make it up to her. And you need to make it up to me too." Jisoo says the last part a bit forcefully and you imagine scrunches on her face to show you her seriousness.

"I know,” you sigh and rub a finger along Minji’s throat and cheeks without thinking about her or the incredible sensation of her skin. “I will, I will. I miss you." 

"I know you do. You tell me every time we talk. I miss you too, Daddy.” That’s always how Jisoo finishes a long distance conversation. She wishes you were there, with a hand in her panties. She wants to moan your name into your ear, your actual name, and not scream it out when rubbing one out under some hotel bed sheets. But Jisoo will have to wait.

The moment you finish the call, you start to pull out your hard cock and press it into Minji’s wide open mouth. She makes sure to keep her lips moisturized at all times, but she can never be ready for the strong impact of your hips hitting her head and rocking her back and forth on the desk.

With every single one of those meetings, Minji's clothes become more revealing, to the point she gasps whenever she sees herself in a public mirror. People on the train start to watch her round ass bounce in short shorts, then in very short shorts, then in a miniskirt.

Minji wonders how she is able to push through this. Her sleep gets shorter, the training rougher, the meetings more intense—worst of all, you become more violent too. It all reaches a peak when Minji is unable to shower because otherwise she would be too late. 

In her dirty, sweaty state, she sprints to your office and bursts through the door, just to be greeted by the sight of you roughly fucking—destroying—the huge ass of a familiar idol.

"You are fuck-ing late!" you growl and slam the bendover idol against the desk a final time. Minji hurries around the wooden monstrosity to get into her, by now well-known position. It is then that she realizes who you are fucking: Seungyeon, the former dancer of CLC.

"What are you?" you shout at Seungyeon and smack her ass hard.

"Your stupid, bubble-butt bitch, Master," she wails in a weird mix of pain and euphoria. She gets a tap on said bubble-butt with your cock.

"How do you want it, bitch?"

"Harder, Master."

"What are you going to get?"

"What Master wants."

"Exactly."

Minji lets her head hang off the edge, only a few inches away from where you annihilate Seungyeon's dignity and her asshole with your inches. Both you and the idol grunt like animals in heat, but for her it sounds blissful, for you more like work.

And so Minji lays there, drenched in sweat, and the weirdness of being forced to watch other people fuck never really fading. It's stranger the more she has seen or admired an idol. No matter who, everyone she saw has folded to you, and Seungyeon might be the most submissive. How she degrades herself and begs for you to ruin and spit on her—

"Good bitch, keep your ass gaping!"

Suddenly, the cock is on Minji's face and she looks past it in shock. Your expression, though a bit exhausted, remains stern.

"Open fucking wide, Minji," you command and Minji gulps. This cock has just been in Seungyeon's ass, maybe for hours, and though it looks spotless, she can't bring herself to—

Minji gasps and that is enough. You push against her lips, into her mouth and start to use it to 'clean' yourself—really, it is just training for Minji to trust you and accept your commands.

Though her first reaction was a gag of disgust, Minji has to admit to herself quickly that Seungyeon's ass on your cock tastes great. It's an embarrassing secret which she will never tell anyone.

You switch between the holes a couple more times before creaming Seungyeon. While Minji has her final cleaning session, you order the older idol to clean Minji's feet and calves off sweat.

No hesitation, Minji realizes, as Seungyeon does not leave out an inch of her skin.

Seungyeon isn't the only one showing complete devotion to you and your every order. You've had a few other idols over before or after Minji's throat-stretching. The young soon-to-be idol knew them, but they weren't the stars yet she saw in your profile list. The thought that you might have been bluffing with controlling the likes of Blackpink, aespa or Red Velvet crossed her mind, but they faded whenever she thought of Kazuha's success.

She wants that too, no, Minji wants to pass Kazuha and so she comes back to you, no matter how hard the companies’ training is fucking her. Then finally comes the day—actually, the day before the day. 

The not-yet NewJeans member lays on your table. She returned from the final pre-debut meeting and was ready for you to quickly walk in and fuck her face, but you never came. For endless hours, the entire fucking night, Minji had to lay there and wait. She could've left at any time, but the gravity of this situation, this presumed test, pulled her down to the flat, wooden surface. 

No matter how uncomfortable it got, she did not stand up. You could be around the corner at any second. The thought of her giving up right as you walk in gave Minji a weird mixture of fear and arousal, further amplified when she had to keep herself from falling asleep. A hand in her soaked panties, Minji played the fantasy out in her head:

You would walk in and find her asleep. Angry by her inability to follow orders and service her Master, you decide to punish her. When you find her panties wet, the desk covered in girl juice, you wouldn't hesitate to plunge into Minji's tight, virgin cunt and fuck her awake. It would hurt, but Minji wouldn't stop cumming!

She can't stop cumming, her fingers rub her clit to completion and now real juice runs down your desk. Minji is wide awake, but an hour later, she does it again, again, again, until you finally enter the room. Casually, as if Minji isn't completely spent and almost fully naked on your work desk.

The sparkle in her eyes is priceless. Out of all the crazy shit you pulled on this formerly innocent virgin, this was the task that broke her. You don't know the exact moment, but you will never forget this moment where you see her orbs and know that she is past her prostitute stage.

"This is actually impressive," you say with a coy smile while gently caressing Minji's forehead. "I see you... had fun last night?"

"Sorry, Master," Minji carefully apologizes and kisses your hand. "I made a mess."

"Don't worry, I'll call someone to clean it later. Now, get on your knees and show me what you have learned."

She is dizzy, barely able to stand, but luckily, Minji's place is at your feet, hands wrapped around your length. Her strokes are soft, careful, and she does not wait to use her tongue on you. After a minute, she sees the impatience in your look and uses her mouth. Quickly it’s wrapped around your tip and for the first time ever, Minji fucks her face on your cock.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim. There is some actual joy in that, especially when you can lazily put Minji's hair in a makeshift ponytail and watch her go down on your crotch in surprisingly quick succession. "This is good, this is fucking—great!

"Hold still."

Your heart pumps like crazy, but it's nothing compared to your hips which start to obliterate Minji's throat. Your cock bulges her visibly and she starts to shake. Usually, she'd have her teeth at spots where they don't belong, but at long last, she has learned. 

She takes it well, like a slut should. Not yet one of your perfect sluts however. It's all a bit rushed; her debut, the training, the stretching. Considering this, she is definitely good and her gags sound delicious. 

You pull out of her mouth. Minji triest to catch her breath, instead catches three of your fingers which you also use to fuck her mouth while locking eyes. The salty tears that stream from hers look so delicious and you love how, no matter how many chokes you force out of her, there is no fight or flight response. She takes it.

"Become sloppy, slut, get your drool out. I want to see you become a mess for your Master!"

Minji twitches. She is dazed, your fingers become glazed; then an avalanche spurts forth, of more tears and drool that starts to cover her chin and stain your floor. You want more, so you replace your fingers with your cock and fuck her throat again, never slowly, only hard and fast. At this point, the poor girl beneath you is dehydrated and the pool on her thighs and the tiles excessive. You stop.

"Fuck, this is what I mean. This is how you suck cock, Minji."

"G-glad you l-like it—Master."

"Go clean up your mess."

"Yes, Master."

When Minji goes down to lick and suck her saliva from the floor, you rest your shiny, polished shoe on her cheek and bask in the faint sun, dawning right before your office window.

"You will go home and sleep," you order firmly. "The only contact we will have is when you send me a video of you masturbating in your debut panties. Send me those panties in the mail, and you'll soon lift your first music show trophy."

Lean down after Minji has collected all the slick and press an unmistakable love bite right under her right breast. Minji mewls as you do so.

"The-they'll probably try to hide the mark, Master."

"Good." Pat her head. "No one can know what happened here."

"Of course, Master."

"You've been a good girl, Minji. Now go out there and become a bigger star than you could've ever dreamed of."

"Thank you, Master."

#

Months go by where Minji is mostly a concept for you, some asset to be discussed in meeting with your connections in HYBE. Rarely did she send a direct message to you—except for the video you asked for. It's nice that she didn't totally forget about you. After a busy day that calls for vacation and a nice, warm pussy on your cock, you turn on the TV to watch the most important year-end award show. 

A quick scroll down your contact list, you pick someone you know is nearby, obedient and definitely warm. The calls with Seolhyun are never longer than ten seconds, because she knows she's got to be there for her Daddy.

"You ever miss this?" you ask her when she sits down on your cock, panties still around her ankles, jacket still hanging from her shoulders.

"The awards? Sometimes, but—oh fuck!” Seolhyun is interrupted by you thrusting upwards while you care more for the TV than her. “Yes, more Daddy. They are nothing compared to your cock, your touch, your love!" 

Seolhyun tightens when she moans these words and you give her more of your touch, your thrusts, your cock. Soon she is bouncing in rhythm with it and begs for you to rub her clit. You won’t do so yet, would be boring if she’d get all the things that make her cum so easily.

"What do you think of her, Seolhyun?” You nod towards the screen as it captures Minji in all her beauty and on stage charisma. “Think she can capture the nation's heart like you once did?" 

"Minji, right? I think so."

That is the first time Minji has been in your sight since when her face was pressed to the floor. She looks like a proper star, close to being a super star (their next song will guarantee it) and her attitude reflects that. Don't touch me, I'm better than you, get out of my way, who even are you? - you imagine how she feels towards these other, lesser known people around her. 

Minji's dream came true and you were the pixy dust. Now you deem it the right time to get a hold of her. In between comebacks, right after all the award shows, she will have no excuses. Time to pay up, you text her, with a location, time and date while your finger disappears in Seolhyun’s asshole.

#

The day comes and you've checked into your favorite spa-hotel with excitement. The security and privacy here are top notch, or at least they are for you. See, it’s all about connections and here you have the best connections and can make sure that no rumors spread and that all information comes to you in no time. Minji will be here shortly and you've already painted the pictures of her naked body in your head, scenes where she undresses, spreads her legs and folds, begs for you to part her—

You hear the door open. From your seated position on the bed, you look expectantly at the entrance to the bedroom which Minji finds shortly after, her fluffy, thick jacket already falling from her shoulders.

"Hello, Master," she sultrily says with a smile. You reciprocate it.

"I see you've been doing great," you skip the greeting and walk over to her. A gentle push and the jacket fully falls off. Minji's outfit underneath is surprisingly thin for this season; there could be snowfall outside any day now and she runs around in a white crop and skinny denim.

"Those jeans look good on you." Stare down at her eyes while you check the quality of those mentioned jeans by fondling her butt, then her thighs and lastly her crotch. "Very expensive, HYBE is already paying you?"

"It's all the ads we do," Minji quickly responds, her breath halted while she does the unthinkable and moves your hand away from her crotch. "I... I never thought it would work so quickly."

"Yeah, it feels surreal, almost too quickly," you say with careful annoyance, unsure how to judge Minji's hand on your wrist holding you back from getting to feel more of her body.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Master, thank you very much~"

"You see, Minji..."

Her shoulders in your firm grasp, you move Minji to the next wall and position her in such a way that she is trapped and your knee is able to gradually push up against her covered pussy. The young girl tries to resist, she is suddenly flustered, oh how this should remind her of her success.

"... no one was ever this successful without a big commitment. Your commitments until now were nothing."

"Tha-that's why I'm here. Master, I'll suck your cock as much as you want, I'll let you deepthroat me hard, even for the entire night!"

You scoff and give Minji's cheek a quick, small slap. Your knee has now become the only pillar that keeps her upright. She has to balance and rub her slightly moistened folds on them so as to not to fall over.

"Sucking? Deep throating? Oh you're still so naive. No. You, Minji… belong to me. All of you, which means any hole. You are mine to use however I want."

"Wha—no!" She puts a hand on her cheek and looks at you with puppy eyes that beg so pathetically, like the thought that you took this deal seriously is a shocking reveal. You roll your eyes at her and find the top button of her jeans, but Minji starts to fight back with a loud, whiny voice.

"No, Master, you don't understand! Un-unlike all those other idols, I'm... I'm still a virgin. I don't want to lose it now, not here, not—"

"That is not up to you!"

Your shout halts time and space, only Minji's facial expression matters. She looks honest, absolutely in dread that it might happen at not the moment she wants it to. She cannot fathom giving you or anyone that control, she wants it special and precious and all those nonsense illusions. It's gut wrenchingly annoying but you will not go too far to break her now; you're too fond of her for that. 

Call it your weakness and curse you for that.

"We had a deal."

"I-I know."

"And you don't want to fulfill it?"

"I'm sorry, Ma-Master, please don't—"

"Then offer me something equally valuable." Minji looks at you in confusion. You drop her from the wall and hand her your phone. "Put in the number of someone whose virginity I can take. They have to be your sacrifice, your warrantor, and they have to agree to the same contract.

"You will then come with her to me and will watch how I take her virginity. You will watch every fucking pump I put into her pussy. She will testify, she will call me Master and she will love it. That's your only way, you better bring me someone."

Minji clutches the cell phone, her life-line, her lever to the trolley problem, except the train that was about to hit her can only be directed at another girl.

"And Minji,” you add in controlled yet uncontrollable rage. “I want her here, now. I want someone worthy of my time and touch. Or else. You will call them and then you will be on your knees sucking my cock while we wait."

Sweat comes pouring down Minji's forehead. You can hear the inner workings of her brain scramble, trying to find someone she can push in between you and her. There is no submission to you and there is no urge to flee and break your deal. 

Minji genuinely tries to sell you someone. Despicable, everything for success.

"D-do you know Hanni?" she suddenly stutters, quietly, ashamed but her fingers are already dialing up her friends number.

"I have never met her." You laugh in disbelief and turn your back to Minji. "You're really going to sell your bandmate? Are you not friends?"

"I—she's the only one I know who is a virgin but not... not... not unwilling."

You cock your eyebrow and listen to Minji's call which is surprisingly short. No mention of you or your arrangement, just the location and some details. Definitely no one is allowed to know of this and yes, Hanni has to be swift.

Minji ends the call and you immediately throw her to the ground, her head on the cushions of the nearby bed, your belt already loose, a hand on your pants.

"Pull them down and open your fucking mouth." Minji does so, the shock in her eyes is wonderful when you push past her lips and against the back of her throat in one go. Violent choking. "You are terrible, the worst friend, but at least you know how to make that mouth-pussy of yours work. Go on! Fucking use your tongue."

Minji starts to gag, trying to adjust to your cock, not realizing you weren't even fully hard yet. You never were with her. 

"Good, all the way. Use your tongue and saliva, let me fucking feel it."

You kick off your trousers and put more force in your hips so that your long shaft may fill Minji's deepest depths. It pushes out a lot of saliva, a waterfall that tumbles down her chin and covers her top. From your point of view you may not see it, but you know that Minji's aroused nipples poke through her bra and show that no matter how hard you fuck her face or belittle her, she's yours.

Minji's mind shall only be occupied with satisfying you, so even her still lacking tongue and lips do their best to suck you from tip to base—you make sure she never slacks by pistoning in and out of her.

After about 30 minutes of slowly thrusting in and out of here and replying to texts on your phone, you receive a message from the hotel staff that someone has arrived and come to see you. Minji tries to tap on your leg, indicating she wished to be freed of this position. You shake your head, no. 

"Oh, you don't want your bandmate to see you like this? That's not an option."

The sound of a door opening echoes through the hotel room and Minji panics, flailing wildly, her eyes tearing up and begging, begging so well—maybe she can finally grasp what she has gotten her friend into—

"Hello? Minji, are you here? Is everything okay?"

—but she still has so much to learn. Smack her cheek a final time, loud enough for Hanni to gasp at the front door. Before she can enter the bedroom, you pull out of Minji's mouth and push her towards the door. 

"Minji?" Hanni asks again and rushes towards her. Minji stops her, both of them shriek in shock. "Oh my Gosh, Minji, it is you! You scared me!"

"I-I'm sorry, I—"

"You look... messy. Is everything alright? I'm sorry if I took too long, you sounded so sad and terrified."

"Hanni, I," Minji stutters, hesitates, maybe even contemplates. It all makes her seem as if she has a heart and does not want to use Hanni to keep her virginity, but deep down everyone has to know that she is not a good person. No one would sell their friend for something like this. Minji is cold hearted when it comes to her career and things she believes she rightfully owns. "I have to ask something crazy of you."

"Okay? Look, you need to calm down first, maybe clean your face up and then we can talk ab—"

"Hanni, please." You hear some uncertain steps, as if someone is almost falling over and is ultimately pressed to a wall. You hear a wet sound, then a moan. Your cock is going crazy at all the possible things that might happen right around the corner and later in this bed. "Do you trust me?"

"Why did you kiss me, Minji?"

"Do you trust your leader?"

"Yes, of course. I'm a bit scared though, what have you gotten into?" Hanni's voice is full of concern and so is her face which you see for the first time when Minji guides her into the bedroom, arms around Hanni's tiny waist.

Hanni is in complete shock. 

"Minji, what is this? Who is this man?" You still have your pants down and cock out. 

Unfazed, you smile at the girl. "Minji, tell your friend what you did."

"Have you never wondered," Minji starts right away and tightens her hold on the younger band member. "Why so much changed before our debut, why the success was imminent, why it didn't stop? Have you never questioned all the blessings we received?"

"I-I... what was I supposed to think?" Hanni weakly laughs and tries to avoid the sight of your erection, but she can't because Minji is slowly inching her closer to it. "We are in a gr-great company, smart managers, pro-ducers... so who are you?"

"He is the reason, he is why we did not fail. Look, Hanni, I had to do it, okay?"

"Do what? Sell your body?" Hanni looks over her shoulder at the glassy-eyed leader of her group who gives her the tiniest nod. In those large, round orbs of the young Vietnamese woman you see the realization kick in bit by bit. At first she does not want to accept it, then she cannot believe it—but at last, she has to put it into words.

"You sold your body... and now he wants more."

"He wants something only you can give him," Minji whispers and pecks Hanni's cheek. You are astonished at how she manipulates her dongsaeng, Minji truly is ruthless; but Hanni's calmness deserves an award. She seems to surrender to this idea easily. There is no flight, there is barely any fight—she accepts her situation. 

"Will you give it to him? Your virginity?"

"Minji, I—"

"That's not the entire truth is it, Minji?" You smirk coldly. "You are a pretty thing, Hanni. She's right, I do want more. It's not something only you can give me, rather, it's something Minji refuses to give me. So instead, she offered you to me. Your precious group leader sold you out."

Put her tiny chin into your hand and for the first time, Hanni locks eyes with you. Minji's manipulation roots deeper, as there is not a hint of belief in the words you say. Rather, Hanni listens to the girl in her ear, at her ear, that licks her ear and tells her sweet lies:

"He is playing with you. He likes to play. But don't worry, he will help us.

"Don't you want to be a star, Hanni? The most successful foreign idol?" You hear Minji opening Hanni's belt as she melts in between your thumb and index finger. Her lips look so full and perfect. You'd bet your career that she is already a great sucker, maybe even better than Minji is at this point. "My sacrifice can't be for nothing, and yours won't be either."

Hanni's pants drop to the floor, while you work to get rid of her jacket. She is like a Barbie doll: pretty, clear skin, obedient, ready to be undressed and played with. No matter what you do or where you touch, she just obliges while her features become redder and hotter. Soon, she wears nothing but her undergarments.

"You have an amazing body," you compliment her. She just nods. You order Minji to put Hanni on your bed. For now, you'll not reveal the whole story, the truth: yes, you play games, but Minji clearly is lying to Hanni, trying to get away with more than questionable methods.

You respect Minji for that. Yes, in this dedication, the lies, you see devotion for you. She is willing to sacrifice herself and even her friend for your satisfaction. It wouldn't be long now until she would truly be turned into a loyal one for you. 

You have a suspicion and you would test it out here. 

"Hanni Pham, a bright star plucked out of Australia, a Viet idol with international appeal. And a lovely voice too, dare I say even prettier than Minji's..." 

You smirk, sensing the hurt from Minji without even looking.

"Will you tell me your name?" Hanni asks as you crawl on top of her. Minji placed her in a missionary position and still rubs her hand all over her exposed thighs so she would open her legs for you.

"You don't need my name, you just need to know what I can do and what I want. My deal with Minji benefits you a lot. Tell me, how does it feel to hold a music show trophy or one of those MAMA awards?"

"G-good, Sir, it's quite the," Hanni gasps when you push her legs open and place a finger on her white, innocent panties. You search for a bit until you find her clit and rub it from side to side. "Thrill."

"Drop the Sir, with me Hanni." Lean down to her pink lips, those round, moisturized and smooth lips. "Call me Daddy."

Minji's eyes widen and she almost lets out a whimper as if to object to you. A first encounter and you already let her call you, Daddy? Did you already like Hanni more than her when you haven’t even received pleasure yet? 

"Daddy?" Hanni responds unsure. 

"Yes, Hanni. You'll be a good girl for me won't you? That's all I want. Good, loyal girls. If you do that, you can have anything you desire."

"Daddy, I want to be successful and I want to give you what you need for that." She whimpers when you put more pressure on her nub. "B-but I'm a bit scared. I have never put something inside."

"I think your friend here can help you with that. After all, she got you into that situation." You glance at Minji and she gets what you mean, though the envy at Hanni's preferential treatment is clearly visible on her wrinkled forehead.

Minji leans down and gives Hanni a firm kiss while replacing your hand on the clit that has steadily hardened and is now aroused to the point Hanni's panties become stained with wet spots.

You glance at Minji in thanks. 

"Oh and Minji: no more kissing Hanni unless I command it. Her lips and your lips, belong to me only. Is that clear?" She can only meekly nod. "I hope you haven't been touching anyone else during our time together, Minji. That would really upset me." 

You already know the answer. Given how easily Minji’s and Hanni’s lips connected just this evening, you know it's something they are comfortable with. That would end now. 

Before Minji can answer you, you focus back on Hanni and the sticky sensation spreading over your fingers.

"Already wet for me? You're taking to my touch a lot better than your leader. Tell me, Hanni, you're not afraid of me, are you? Just ask me to touch you more. Tell me what you want."

Hanni is still hesitant, though there is shyness only in the way her mouth doesn't move and admit to her body's obvious reaction. She leaks onto your fingers, her chest heaves heavily, faster. You insert a finger, as well as part of those drenched panties inside her and finally, the right words slip out.

"Your fingers feel so good, fu-uck."

"That's what I wanted to hear." You smile and lean down to Hanni's face. Her lips instinctively pucker, her eyes fall shut, oh, how incredible: she is already yours. You let her wait there, finger twirling, pretending to push aside her panties and go for the real deal, but you're all teasing. Hanni mewls.

"Please, D-Daddy, kiss me."

"I will, when I put it in."

"W-will it hurt? Will you hurt me Daddy?"

"Only if you want me to, baby girl, but you want what Daddy wants, right? It might hurt to begin with, but it will feel so good for both of us." 

The chemistry between you two surprises Minji as she backs off, her hands away from the young women for the first time. Hanni nods. 

"Make me feel good, Daddy. I trust you."

Hook your fingers in Hanni's panties and at last, her soaked entrance is exposed, for your eyes only. You stroke your cock a couple of times, get the fresh girl juice all over it and gaze over the insanely well-trained body you're about to ravish.

Hanni's abdomen is to die for. The muscles on her midriff are absolutely stunning, the same goes for her navel perfectly resting in between them and then further up her subtle boobs, which Minji frees from the bra after your command. It all ends with Hanni’s chin, the sweat that runs down her throat, the faint sparkle of perfection—to sum it up, Hanni is incredibly beautiful.

You take hold of her hips and bask in the way your cock and her hole are magnetically attracted and connect. Hanni throws her head back at the impact and with every inch you stuff into her, her breathing becomes more erratic. Funnily enough, the same goes for Minji, who quietly scoots back and rests at the headboard of the bed.

As you slowly pump half of your cock in and out of the tight cavern, Minji goes for the same rhythm and rubs her clit, hand buried in her pants. She even goes and opens the first buttons. Is it really this girl that wants to keep control over her virginity? Let her have it for now, she'll be yours soon enough.

"Daddy, just focus on me!” Hanni whines out her first words after becoming a full blown woman. “You-you didn't need her, right?"

"Then make me forget, baby girl. Squeeze my cock with your pink little pussy." You go and have a taste of Hanni’s fat lips again, wishing they would suck your balls right now. Hanni could become a whore who would worship your crown jewels like no other. Better than Minji, whose eyes beg to be involved in the action. "Spread your legs more, I want to fuck you harder, Hanni.

"Oh and Minji: Go and suck my balls! That's what you're good for."

"O-okay, Master."

"Be grateful for it. But remember, no cumming."

"Thank you, Master."

"Daddy?” Hanni whimpers softly. “Why does she call you, Master? Is one better?" 

"Oh baby girl. Daddy is more affectionate. It's what you deserve. Minji still has to learn, her heart isn't in this yet."

Minji's heart might not be in the right place (rather the place you intend it to be) but her lips surely are. She gives your swinging balls a good suck and slows done the pace at which your fucking Hanni's pussy. 

It's amazing how well she adjusted to your size, even with your length and girth growing continuously at her fantastic heat and texture. Hanni handles you like a pro, and like one of your pro girls, she is already more drool than straight thoughts.

"Does it feel good, Daddy's hard cock in your virgin pussy? Get used to it because it's the only thing your hole will know. I will be the only one to use your holes, is that clear?"

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy," Hanni moans and her body rocks violently on the bed sheets. "You-you are so much better."

"Better than what, baby girl?"

Hanni puts both her weak hands on the back of your head and pulls you down to where her lips meet your ears to tell you lewd things that Minji must not hear.

"Better than Minji's fingers."

You take this as a cue to grab Hanni's thighs and angle her in such a way that you can slam into her cunt harder. You let gravity do the work while the force of the entire bed frame shaking has Minji trembling in awe. She rubs her thighs together and tries to keep her hands busy with other spots of her heated body.

You can see that she wants to rub her clit while you make Hanni cum during her precious first time. She is probably projecting, wants you to go softly, then harder, but that is not your game.

"Hanni, no more of that, no more Minji's fingers. Only Daddy shall touch you from now on. You are mine and I'm going to go as hard as I want." You growl out slamming into her even more. "Take it all, Hanni, prove your fucking worth to me."

"Thank y-you, Daddy," Hanni begins her way down the rabbit hole of subjugation towards only you. The new life she will enter, all the changes, challenges and benefits will overwhelm her, but first you overwhelm her with your rod. "Thank you, for help-ing us, thank you for the wins, thank—ah, Daddy, I'm cumming! My pussy is cumming! Thank you for your cock, Daddy!"

You enter a nirvana drilling into Hanni's tight cunt. 

"Good girl, yes thank me, beg me, need me. This is the only cock you will ever have from now on and—" You kiss her with wanton lust, shoving your tongue in her mouth. The next whisper in Hanni's ear is out of Minji’s reach, though she might be too distracted from your delicious balls to get what you were saying either way. 

"Daddy! I understand, yes." 

Without losing focus of your hammering, you give a dismissive order to Minji, who is not worth your eyes on her.

"You can go Minji. I don't need you here. In fact, we can end our deal. You got what you needed right? Wins and fame. I won't meddle with your group in anyway. You are free to go."

"What?" Minji shrieks, completely offended that you could say such a thing.

"You heard me. Fuck. Off." Every word is empathized by a huge thrust that bulges Hanni's tummy. She stares at it in infinite bliss, then throws her head back as you knead her small tits and make the nipples hard like steel.

"B-but Master, you can't just do that."

"You did not keep your part of the bargain and still got what you wanted. Why the hell are you still here?"

"But I did!” Minji argues and climbs in front of you on the bed. “I brought you, Hanni, Master! I—" 

"Hanni, turn around and get in position, I want both of us to look at Minji. I'm going to fuck you from behind.

"What's wrong, Minji? You never truly wanted me in the first place. We both got what we needed from our deal. You don't need my help, your group will be successful. I made sure of it. I am releasing you from our contract with no punishments. Take the fucking deal, Minji."

Minji sits there, on the bed, not moving from her position. In utter shock as she watches Hanni smile and moan as you take her from behind, her pussy stretched again. God, how good she must feel, that face says it all. The pleasure, the desire, all the praises for your cock and it's only because she has her tongue sticking out like it's numb.

Suddenly, it all seems so clear to Minji, so easy to comprehend. She takes a deep breath and learns towards you, her upper body prompted up. All that just to throw her dignity away, to throw herself underneath you.

"Daddy, please! Give me your cock too! Take my virginity, don't push me away!"

You stop thrusting into Hanni right away and pull out for a moment to look at her. 

"Bullshit. I told you we were done here. You don't mean that. You just want my power and connections like everyone else."

"No, I mean it," Minji reassures, but words are nothing when it comes to her current state. She has to follow it up with more, significantly more. You doubt that she can deliver, but low and behold, she unbuttons her jeans and peels them off to show her long legs and the thoroughly drenched panties.

"Mi-Minji, what in the," Hanni moans and goes silent when you smack her ass. It's unbelievable that she is already so obedient and well-trained without training. The more she impresses you, the more Minji has to follow up. Soon she is on her back, jeans on the floor, shut legs turned towards you.

You put your hand on her thigh and though it's tough on her, Minji spreads her trembling legs wide. You poke her lips through her panties and when she squirms you give her a quick slap on her face. 

"Look at me, Minji," you order and she does. "Beg me, call me Master until I have given you, no, until I have taken what is rightfully mine."

"Please, Master," Minji cries out. "Please take my virginity, y-you own it."

"Louder," you growl and smack her covered pussy. Minji cries out, her pleas louder and louder with every new hit you give her cunt. Oh the way her eyes sparkle and body jerks is addicting, you don't realize that you have started to fuck back into Hanni who might have seen Minji naked before, who might have had sex with her—

—but this is new. Minji is a brainless mess, her pussy red from the beating, her face fully in tears. 

"Master, fuck my pussy, please! Fuck this pussy, my worthless pussy, it's yours! Make me full, make me full, I don't deserve it!"

"Now we are getting there," you viciously laugh and grab her chin to aggressively tonguefuck her wet, silly mouth. Minji is such a mess, dazed to the point Hanni's hands undressing her top after your order doesn't even faze her. Her top is gone, her bra as well. All that's left are her panties and Hanni has her fingers already hooked in them.

"Wait, Hanni, she should do it alone."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Ma-Master?"

"Lay down, Minji.

"Pull them to the side.

"Show me your pussy.

"Say it.”

Minji slowly and clumsily works on pulling and getting her wet panties off of her. There is an unfathomable amount of embarrassment in the way Minji’s eyes cannot hold your strong, charismatic gaze for long.

"Shall I feast on your pussy, Minji?" You ask with a smirk and hunger in your eyes.

They all turn eventually. It sometimes sounds so sudden and drastic, but it's all more or less the same. It builds up over time, like an orgasm. Some girls are quiet, until it bursts out of them in a heavy gush that has the entire floor wet. Some are loud the entire way through and what was once only lip service becomes reality, a reality they adore.

They all turn and they all get your cock. So does Minji, with her finger still spreading those sore, red folds and you ignoring her pleasure just to find yours in this wet, messy hole. Minji's cunt is remarkable, cute in the way it ripples and tightens and incredibly lewd in the way it sounds when you slam yourself in and out while holding onto her slim waist.

Now she is part of the loud girls, those idols that suddenly come to worship you more than the career that they fought so hard for. It will be later that they realize that this is the way they get approval from their company, their sponsors, their fans. You are success, the Queen maker for the outside world and a toy maker in your bedroom.

Minji is a great toy. She is euphoric now, the pain already gone. She makes sure to adjust to your will, lifts her hips off the ground when you need to slow down, shows you her tongue when you go for a kiss, and always says the right things. It was so hard for her not long ago, but now she is willing to do it despite Hanni laying next to her and admiring both of you fucking like animals. 

"Hanni," you groan and hammer your cock balls deep into Minji, who throws her head back in another (accidental) orgasm. "I know you want to fuck both of us so bad, but if you don't touch yourself until I'm finished with her, I'm gonna cum on your pretty face and tell you how good you are, okay?"

"O-okay, Daddy," Hanni mewls. Not that she would have touched herself, but you can't blame her for considering it. Caress her cheek softly for being so good, then fucking destroy Minji's cunt because she has been so bad.

"Master, more, pl-please, fuck!" Minji howls with pleasure. 

"You're going to be my good girl from now on, right?" 

"Yes, Master, use me however you want. I-I just want to live to fulfill your desires. Master!" 

You stare deeply at her and pause right before the next spike rattles Minji’s brain. 

"Really? With every atom in your body. Tell me again, Minji."

"Every-thing." Minji can barely talk but does so for you, despite you, despite the large dick that is reshaping her insides. "You own everything, Master. You c-can use me daily, everywhere, any-time. I-I mean it!"

You lean down to her and give her a simple, hard thrust to make sure she gets your point.

"You're a good girl?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then call me Daddy," you whisper into her ear and put a hand on her throat, ready to press down on it.

"Thank you, Daddy," Minji rasps before you choke her hard and fuck her absolutely senseless. Orgasm after orgasm shoots through her frame, her existence becomes numb, she is a fleshlight now. The vibrations of her climax become your stimulation and at the last possible second, you pull out of that twitching hole. 

"Get on your knees Hanni," you order in time. Hanni kneels before you as you somehow slide off the bed, legs a bit shaky and with her head thrown back because you could not resist pulling her raven hair, you cum all over her features. "God, you are such a pretty girl. I can't believe such beauty loves cum on her face."

"It's Daddy's cum," Hanni moans and sucks on your tip to get more on her lips. The rest has mostly covered her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. "Of course I like it!"

"That is right, baby girl, well said," you compliment her and pat her head while she instinctively cleans your cock with superb care. "Did you ever service someone else?"

"No?" Hanni asks and collects your cream off of her stupidly gorgeous face.

"You, I swear to God, you can't be that good right from the start."

Hanni pouts her lips and puts them under your cock. She truly is one in a million, the rare idol who barely hesitates and immediately knows how to do the right things. In many regards, she reminds you of Kazuha, who told you it was her kinks that made her adapt so easily. Maybe this is the case for Hanni as well. Should that make her devotion less impressive?

"Daddy?" Hanni cutely asks and waits.

"Open your mouth, I need to fuck it now."

[mechaknight-98]

Paradigm Trigger (NSFW) FT Jihyo

Author’s Notes: the absolute chokehold this woman has on me is insane. You can probably blame @smuttysabina for that because of that one fanfic (that writer knows the one) and also blame jade from warframe because the warframe itself reminded me of Jihyo and now my brain is worse off because of it, but lastly blame the writer who asked me to do my riff on “love after domination” here’s my take on it. Instead of going sentai though I went more for an Ultraman style which will become clearer as to why if I write more. So please bear with me.

The usually excitable Diabolos was unusually perplexed and stoic. As he walked into the bathroom during the concert of one of his favorite groups Twice He saw Jihyo the leader sitting on the toilet. Despite her exposed nature she still looked radiant as if on stage she looked even better this close to Diabolos.

However, Diabolos was a gentleman of sorts and wanted to keep things proper so he nodded silently and walked out of the restroom before Jihyo called out to him.

“Wait mister come back.” Diabolos against his better judgment turned back and looked at Jihyo who stared at him with big soft eyes full of concern

“Can I ask a favor, mister?” Jihyo asked. Diabolos nodded wordlessly and with a slow movement.

“Can you not tell anyone about this?” Jihyo asked and she received another slow nod from Diabolos. Jihyo smiled in a way that melted Diabolos’s heart. As she finished up in the bathroom she kissed Diabolos’s cheek. Before scurrying off. Diabolos squinted trying to process what just happened. When he went to the restroom and made sure to lock it so he wouldn’t have unexpected visitors. When he finished he went back to his seat. To enjoy the rest of the concert.

He paid special attention to Jihyo. What he didn’t know was that while he was looking for her in all the stages she was looking for him in the crowd. Despite the massive crowd she was determined to find him. She would scan an area for his hat which had her romanized name in pretty letters before moving on to an area.

During one of the breaks, Dahyun noticed her leader was super focused during the performance on the crowd and wanted to make sure she was okay.

“Jihyo-unnie are you okay you looked so intense on stage. Jihyo nodded and replied,

“There was this boy I met when I went to the bathroom who had my name on his hat and I was trying to find him.”

Dahyun smiled then said, “Oh well then let me help you find him. You know two pairs of eyes are better than one.” Jihyo smiled and said

“Thanks, Dubu.” Dahyun nodded and gave a thumbs-up. After this, it was time for them to go back up and do their joint sub-unit with Sana who also agreed to help. Eventually with all of them looking they found their guy he was in the left corner of the excited arena. Dubu’s eagle eyes were the first to spot him, and let Jihyo and Diabolos have their moment as they locked eyes Diabolos felt butterflies in his chest. It feels like Jihyo is staring right at him as she sings push and pull.

For a moment the rest of the arena fades away and it’s just Jihyo and Diabolos. They look at each other and as they get a feel for each other’s vibe Jihyo sees the fire and passion in Diabolos while Diabolos feels the heart and charm.

After the concert, Diabolos heads to a burger joint on the way home. Its familiar white and red architecture is comforting to the weird hole gnawing itself in the young man. As he sits there and tries to reduce his post-concert depression his eyes track the motion of the door that opens and the subsequent bodies that enter the restaurant. When he does his eyes meet a familiar pair of brown eyes and his heart races. Jihyo sees Diabolos in the restaurant and quickly mirrors his shyness as she’s hoping not to be recognized. Sana sees this and after the order pushes Jihyo to interact with him. Obviously, in her mind, they are meant to be or at least meet each other.

Jihyo sits across from Diabolos with a shy smile

Diabolos shyly looks up at Jihyo and says “Hi.” Jihyo smiles back and then as if they’ve known each other forever they start chatting

“Your performance was stellar as always.” Diabolos initiated

Jihyo smiles, “Why thank you. I love your hat who made it?”’

Diabolos chuckles, “I made the logo then had it embroidered on.”

Jihyo beams, “I love that. Do you have another one?” Diabolos considers for a moment then says,

“You can have this one.” Jihyo's eyes grow to the size of saucers as Diabolos gently places the black dad hat with her embroidered name in red on her head. She joyfully beams as she feels the comfort it provides.

As he finished the cashier called his name.

“Diabolos your order is ready.” Diabolos gets up feeling bold and says to Jihyo

“Well, Yo-yo looks like our time is up. I’ll see you when I see you.” Before going up picking up his food and leaving. Jihyo watched as he left transfixed. How strange he didn’t talk to her like she was God Jihyo's leader twice but like she was just another person. After the exchange, Sana sat next to Jihyo and teased her

“Yo-yo that’s a new one.” Jihyo was still bewildered by this guy. Then said

“I want to see him again,” she opened her phone and pulled out Instagram where she was bombarded by webtoons, lol videos, and beauty tips she entered search and typed Diabolos to the best of her ability. After 15 or so minutes she found him.

To keep track of him she took a picture of her with her hat and tagged him. The caption read, “A cool once gave me this cool hat.”

Surmising that he wouldn’t be able to avoid her or resist responding she set her phone down and addressed Sana.

“Hey Unnie how did you…”

The next day Diabolos wakes up to a crazy surprise of over 1800 direct messages asking him for hats or variants of it for different members of twice. He squints at the messages and then sighs before combing through them listing all the major requests and all of the minor ones. After he was done it seemed like it was roughly 200 per member so he got to work designing logos/ symbols for each member and making a website. After spending much of the day doing that he linked it to his page the saw that Jihyo had tagged him in her post with the hat.

“That clever little sneak,” Diabolos said as began writing a reply comment

“Thanks, Yo-yo,” Jihyo smiles as she starts singing Moonlight Sunrise

Over the next few weeks, Jihyo attempts to send a dm to Diabolos but can’t due to numerous schedules and concerts. At the same time, Diabolos also tries to send a message to Jihyo while building a small indie fashion brand.

9 weeks later the two are finally free of the hectic mess of concerts and satisfying orders. Diabolos reaches out to Jihyo.

“Hey, Yo-yo thanks for the shout-out I appreciate it. How was the rest of the tour?”

When Jihyo saw the message she smiled and said, “Got ya.”

“Well I had to do something to be able to see you again,” Jihyo typed.

Diabolos smirks at Jihyo's message

“I’d love to but I have to ask is this a date?”

The message popped into Jihyo’s inbox. She laughed before responding

“Maybe…I want you all to myself.” She typed and cringed.

“I’m spending too much time with Sana,” Jihyo thought to herself.

Diabolos saw the message then smiled decided to tease Jihyo,

“Wait I thought you were dating this one dude the buff gym guy?”

Jihyo read Diabolos’s message and pouted before typing back

“Have you seen me with him?”

Diabolos furrowed his brow, “That doesn’t answer my question,” he typed

Jihyo smirked back in control, “Tell you what how about you visit me and then I’ll answer your question.”

Diabolos sighed and then typed “fine” before rolling his eyes and setting his phone down. In the spur of the moment, he had an idea for more merch and began sketching a design.

When he finished his first sketch Jihyo texted him back,

“Really (crying emoticon)” the text read.

Diabolos responded yes and Jihyo cheered

“Thank you thank you thank you, Dio.” Jihyo sent it before she could finish her text.

Diabolos raised an eyebrow before texting back “Dio?”

Jihyo panicked but held firm, “Sorry spell check didn’t work.”

Diabolos smirked

“Dio… I like it.” Jihyo smiled and said

“Well then Dio it is!” Jihyo replied elated. When she calmed down enough she sent the message saying, “But really, you should visit Korea. I’d love to show you around.”

After that Diabolos decided to show Jihyo his new design he was dubbing Chibihyo. It was a little chibi version of her.

When Jihyo saw it she smiled and typed, “Oh is that me? It’s so cute. I WANT IT!!!!”

Diabolos laughed and responded, “I’ll give you the prototypes when I finish them.” Jihyo smiled in response.

After a few minutes, Jihyo got bold and said, “Hey what are you doing in 9 weeks?”

Diabolos raised an eyebrow, “nothing?” He text back. Jihyo smiled and then sent

“You wanna go to Thailand with me?”

Thinking Jihyo was joking Diabolos responded, “Sure! Sounds like a blast.”

Jihyo unable to read Diabolos’s sarcasm responded, “Great! I’ll send you the information later.”

Realizing he was S.O.L. He resigned to his fate.

“Guess I’m going to Thailand,” he said to himself.

The week before leaving for Thailand Diabolos successfully filled all his first-wave orders and was now accepting the second-wave of orders. His net revenue for the venture was 180% bigger than the salary of his office job which he quit the week after he got everything set up.

His dad was surprised by his success but abundantly grateful and impressed at his resourcefulness to turn the opportunity in his favor.

On the day of leaving for Thailand Diabolos Sr. Prayed for his son’s safety and that no war would chase him.

Upon arriving Diabolos checked into the hotel and went looking for Jihyo who said she would be in Bangkok when he flew in.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling streets of Bangkok, Diabolos found himself standing at the entrance of a cozy, riverside restaurant. The air was filled with the scent of spices and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. He adjusted his shirt, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

Jihyo had suggested Thailand for their first date, a place she had visited once before, adding an element of adventure to their meeting. As he scanned the crowd, his eyes landed on Jihyo, who was walking toward him with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with the same excitement he felt. Her multicolored dress beautifully adorned her body as it wrapped around her vixen figure.

"Hey, Yo-yo," Diabolos greeted, offering a shy smile as she approached.

"Hi, Dio," Jihyo replied warmly, her cheeks flushed with the evening heat and the thrill of finally being together.

They settled at a table overlooking the Chao Phraya River, the water reflecting the city lights like a shimmering mosaic. As they browsed the menu, filled with exotic Thai dishes, they exchanged stories of their recent adventures and laughed over shared memories of their online exchanges.

The conversation flowed easily, with Jihyo teasing Diabolos about his ever-growing hat business and Diabolos playfully asking about her latest performances. Their playful banter was punctuated by moments of shared silence, comfortable and filled with the unspoken connection that had drawn them to this moment.

After dinner, they decided to explore the vibrant night market nearby, where they wandered through the colorful stalls, tasting street food and picking out small trinkets for each other. Diabolos found himself drawn to Jihyo's laughter and enthusiasm, and as they wandered through the bustling market, it felt as if they were in their world, untouched by the chaos around them.

As the night drew to a close, they found a quiet spot by the river, where they sat side by side, watching boats drift lazily along the water. Jihyo leaned her head on Diabolos's shoulder, and he felt a sense of contentment he hadn't expected.

"Thank you for coming all the way here," Jihyo said softly.

Diabolos smiled, wrapping an arm around her. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Jihyo smiled, “So Korea next time right Dio?” Jihyo asked. Diabolos nodded before he remembered.

“Out of his backpack, he took a red and black dad hat out of it and handed it to Jihyo who squealed with Glee seeing it.

“Ooh, I love it,” she said

As I pulled by puppet strings Diabolos said, “Well I love you so we are even.” Jihyo turned to him puzzled but smiled. The weight of Diabolos’s words didn’t hit him till he was back in his hotel room.

When Diabolos gets back he officially launches wave 2 of his fashion brand to include new designs, shirts, socks and shorts. He also expanded outside of K-pop merch and into some of the other nerdy stuff he was into; Super Sentai, Kamen Rider, Daemon x Machina, and a few other things. If the first wave was a success the second one was more so. Half of his stock sold out in minutes. A week and a half later everything was sold. Surprised at the success he takes a step back to consider his next few moves when Jihyo texts him.

“I tried getting one of everything I didn’t have, but your website sold out.” She said

Diabolos laughed then said, “Don’t worry Yo-yo tell me what you wanted and if it was for you or someone else.

Jihyo smiles as she texts him back the list of gifts (for her members) and items she wanted.

Diabolos was surprised when that list had several of the Kamen Rider and Super Sentai pieces, but Diabolos happily took it in stride.

After that Twice had a major performance in Seoul which Diabolos was going to. He surprised Jihyo when she looked into the crowd and saw someone holding a memorial Ultraman Orb Ring. When she looked down to see who had it she rolled her eyes but smiled brightly.

After the performance, the rest of Twice decided to meet the mysterious “Dio” Jihyo kept texting and mentioning.

So Sana secretly swiped Sana’s phone and told Diabolos to meet Jihyo tomorrow at the address where they’d be having lunch together Tomorrow.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, Diabolos shows up Happily. When he arrives he is mercilessly interrogated by all the members, culminating in them dubbing him an acceptable choice for Jihyo. To cement this both Sana and Momo joke that if it doesn’t work out between Jihyo and him. he should reach out to them. Diabolos politely declines and Jihyo sends him a text to her at her place for dinner after this.

Diabolos was unsure of what to expect when Jihyo invited him to her place. He figured a movie maybe some chatting then he leaves. He opened the door and was surprised to see Jihyo waiting for him in a ravishing red dress with a candlelight dinner. Diabolos smiles and then gestures to the table seat across from her. Diabolos sits across from her. Jihyo’s gaze is intense and sultry. She smiled when he took his seat.

“Wow, you look amazing as always Yo-yo.” Jihyo beams at Diabolos

“You look great as well.”

“I feel underdressed. I thought this would be casual.” Jihyo panics before responding

“Oh is this too much? I’m sorry.”

“No it’s fine I’ll try to be better next time.”

Jihyo smiles and then eases, back into the chair. The two eat, catch up, and exchange pleasantries. The atmosphere of Jihyo’s small apartment soon begins to brim with romantic energy that both parties aren’t prepared for fully. After the meal, Diabolos notices Jihyo’s computer and sees that she was playing LOL earlier. Hoping to ease his racing heart he says to her

“Oh, you play league.”

Jihyo smiles and nods.

“I’m not very good though. I mostly play Jungle mid and top lane.” She replies

“Oh funny I play jungle ADC” Diabolos replies and Jihyo smiles. She moves closer. Her hand lands on Diabolos’s thigh.

“So Dio. It’s me and you alone. Is there anything you want?” Overwhelmed Diabolos sat silently until Jihyo pulled him into a passionate kiss. She hops onto his lap before breaking the kiss. Diabolos is breathless.

“Are you gonna be good for mommy?” Jihyo asks. Diabolos nods dizzy. Jihyo smiles before saying, “I am going to ride you until you can’t form a coherent thought.” As she said it she grinded her ass on Diabolos’s crotch before moaning. Diabolos tries to focus but her kisses overwhelm him. His mind starts to go blank as Jihyo takes off her dress revealing the sexy lingerie underneath her overwhelming sexual energy mixed with his eradicating all thoughts from both of their minds except the singular impulse to breed. Diabolos strips and Jihyo pounces on him. She wraps her delicate arms around the bigger man before whispering in his ear.

“I’m so fucking wet for you,”

Diabolos grunts as tries to find something on her marvelous body to focus on but all he can do is let her do what she wants. She pushes Diabolos onto her couch where their eyes lock and through a lustful fog one message is clear

“We belong together.”

Diabolos aligns his cock with Jihyo’s entrance and slowly eased in. Despite Jihyo’s experience and excitement, the walls challenged Diabolos’s cock with fervor. She wanted to be bred but her body wanted him to earn it.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Diabolos says overwhelmed.

Jihyo moans and roars out then “tame my pussy then mold me in the shape of your cock.” Her words set off the first of multiple cascading triggers in Diabolos’s nervous system. As he inches in to fill her to the brim overtakes him causing him to ram himself the rest of the way. Jihyo’s mind melts in a mix of pleasure and pain as Diabolos claims her as his. Her eyes roll back as he begins to thrust into her.

Jihyo relaxes and her body welcomes him in as he thrusts in and out of her. “Put a baby in me!” Jihyo demands. Diabolos can only grunt as his reptilian impulses brain is doing all the work rutting and fucking this beautiful, sexy, and fertile woman.

“Make me a real mommy!” Jihyo encouraged and Diabolos flipped her onto the couch before lifting her legs.

“Oh, you brute. Good to know our children will be strong,” Jihyo moaned as her body fully submitted to Diabolos.

Her walls opened up to be wetter and more accommodating for him and after a few more thrusts he came violently in her pussy.

Jihyo’s sultry smile was fixed upon Diabolos. “You’re mine now.” She said possessive. Diabolos nodded still transfixed by her. As he slowly pulled out Jihyo’s orgasm hit her violently. She came and squirted all over her apartment’s floor. When she calmed down she gazed upon Diabolos like a proud lioness and said,

“Do you have any more in the tank for Mommy?”

Jihyo watched as Diabolos grew again under her sultry gaze.

“Bedroom now!” she purred

Diabolos tried to resist his impulses but buried himself inside Jihyo. She moaned in pleasure but slapped him.

“No mommy said bedroom now,” Jihyo said but she could not yell loud enough to volume the demands to breed her burning and screaming through Diabolos’s body.

Diabolos grabbed her hips before slamming into her again as both of their minds became lust-addled mush. As Diabolos thrust into her sloshing cunt Jihyo’s bodacious boobs bounced buoyantly hypnotizing him to fill her with more of his seed.

Jihyo moans for Diabolos to breed her and luckily he does. Jihyo moans and cums at the same time Diabolos does before they both crash on her wet couch. Jihyo looks at Diabolos before going to his neck and marking him.

“You’re mine now,” she reiterates shyly

Diabolos looks at her and boldly says, “Are you sure? because I’m crazy!” Jihyo smiled as her eyes glistened teal for a moment before she hugged Diabolos tight.

The next morning Diabolos and Jihyo woke up early they watched the sunrise on Jihyo's balcony.

[authorhjk1]

Well you probably already have a list so maybe next time

Beautiful, easy access, elegant. Perfectly accurate descriptions to both the dresses and the idols who are wearing them

Just long enough that it wouldn't catch suspicion but short enough for you to...🤭

The dazzling jewellery no longer deserves your attention when they spread their legs. Proving they are always ready Did they also sponsore those toys?. A packet of lube is even meticulously hidden inside the inner layer should you really need the assistance.

Those high heels angling their butts just the right amount. Allowing deeper penetration even when standing.

The clacking noise of the heels hitting the the floor, losing balance when their legs couldn't support them (until you yank her upright against you body) triggers a positive feedback loop that taps into your most carnal desire, urging you to thrust deeper and harder.

Well probably don't reply to this ask since this ask is way too long 😂 If you ever want to do something with this I recommend creating a new post instead

Cream

(An Yujin X Jang Wonyoung X Male Reader)

You hear someone walk towards you, the clicking of their heels echoing through the hallway.

You didn't expect her to come. But then again, she doesn't really have a choice. An Yujin rounds the corner, her angry glare is directed at you.

"Swear to me that this is a one time thing."

You shrug your shoulders.

"Depends on how well you do."

"I..."

Yujin seems to slowly accept her fate.

"Fine."

"Let me see it."

You can't really hide your curiosity. You told her to wear it, but she didn't send you a picture as proof, like she was supposed to.

With an annoyed sigh, Yujin turns her back to you. You marvel at how beautiful she looks in that dress.

A heavy breath and Yujin pulls her dress to the side. You're greeted with the sight of her butt. Her round cheeks hide something between them. When Yujin pulls them apart, you can see the metal buttplug you told her to buy and wear.

"I-I don't want to do this."

Yujin turns back around to face you, letting her dress fall in place again.

"You don't have a choice Yujin."

You remind her of the pictures.

"Is there really no other way? I-I could give you something. Anything you want. Money, or..."

There is not enough money in the world to match the chance of experiencing the tightness of Yujin's ass. But there is something else...

"Or maybe house, or a car, or..."

"Your members."

"Huh? W-What?"

Yujin looks at you with wide open eyes.

"Convince Wonyoung to suck me off. Or I fuck your ass."

You watch her inner conflict. This is an impossible choice for her. Yujin doesn't want throw her member, her friend, under the bus. But she also doesn't want to lose her anal virgnity to some stranger.

A couple of minutes later, you hear someone walking towards you again.

"Yujin unnie, you sounded worried, are you okay? Who is that?"

Yujin takes a deep breath and you can tell she is almost about to cry.

"Wonyoung, can you do something for me? He... He has pictures of me. Bad pictures. If you... If you just..."

Yujin takes a shakey breath.

"What pictures?"

"Doesn't matter."

Yujjn's cheeks turn red with shame.

"He said he is going to publish them, if you don't..."

She looks at your crotch. Wonyoung, very slowly, follows her stare.

"N-No, I couldn't! I don't even know him!"

"P-Please, Wonyoung. D-Do it for me?"

Yujin sounds as desperate as she looks.

"It's... It's a blowjob."

She swallows hard, before looking at your face.

"Right? Nothing more."

You nod and Wonyoung looks at both of you.

"Is this a prank? I don't..."

You are aware that Yujin left out the fact that there is an alternative. But you don't mind which of the two you get to use.

"Fine. I will do it, then."

Once Wonyoung agrees, you motion her towards you. You can't believe you're actually going to be inside this pretty little mouth of hers.

You push her to her knees and rid yourself off your pants. Wonyoung's eyes grow wide in fear as she sees your cock. It's bigger than she expected. She never actually...

She takes a deep breath and parts her lips. As they touch your cock, Yujin turns away.

"Oh my god."

You hear her sob, as the younger girl wraps her fingers around your base.

"Good girl."

You praise Wonyoung, putting your hand on the tie in her hair. She looks up at you, the disgust on her face is barely visible with your cock in her mouth.

"If you don't act like you like it..."

You let the thread hang in the air as you take out your phone.

Thinking that you're about to release her leader's pictures, Wonyoung starts to get into it. Or at least she pretends to.

Her lips quickly glide along your length. She moves her head back and forth. Wonyoung can only reach the halfway mark, before she chokes. You push her a little further everytime.

You can't believe that this beautiful woman is giving you head. That beautiful face. Those beautiful lips.

The shutter of your phone camera makes both of them look at you.

"What..."

Wonyoung lets your cock fall out of her mouth as she looks up at you with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Yujjn's angry and surprised tone makes you chuckle.

"What? This is how we ended up here in the first place, didn't we?"

With your hand still on the back of her head, you pull Wonyoung back onto your cock. You hear her choke as you talk again.

"If you don't want me to release the picture of your bandmate, sucking my cock, I suggest you get that pretty ass over here."

Yujin's eyes widen in realization.

"Y-You planned this!"

It took a while, but now you've pulled the buttplug out of Yujin's asshole. Wonyoung is still in the room, unable to look away as you press Yujin against the wall.

"Time to make you mine."

Yujin shudders at your words.

You slowly push into her. The lube, you told her to bring, helps, but it's not exactly easy. But eventually, you part Yujin's walls enough, so you can fuck her properly. Not very fast and hard, but still...

A feeling of a lifetime.

Yujin sighs and groans in pain, whenever you push into her. And an embarrassed moan escapes her lips, whenever you pull out. You feel like you're in heaven. Her ring of muscles clings onto you while you slide in and out of her. Her sparkling heels put her ass in the right height and angle for you, to drive yourself as deep as possible into her hole.

Eventually though, Yujin's asshole is too tight for you to fight off your incoming orgasm.

"Come here, Wonyoung."

You make both girls kneel in front of you as you stroke yourself. Both of their faces are enough to make you climax within seconds. Your cum hits their faces, staining their skin and ruining their makeup. A string of your cum hit Yujin's eye, gluing it shut, while half of Wonyoung's share lands on her cute nose.

The sound of your phone's camera makes both of them shiver in fear.

"What's the password for Ive's official Instagram account?"

[sinswithpleasure]

Night-time Play

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Thanks to @iznsfw for beta-ing <3

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“Unnie—!”

Chaewon can’t hold back her whine when Sakura’s hands glide across her body, right over her ass. The wet heat between her legs only grows when the older girl squeezes the flesh in her palms, over the cloth of Chaewon’s panties. 

“Shh, Chaewonnie, you wouldn’t want the others to wake up, would you?” Sakura pulls her group leader closer to her. The younger girl straddles her, hovering just above her lap, knees on either side of her legs. Sakura leans against the headboard of her bed. Both girls are in their underwear, clothes discarded to the side.

The reminder Sakura gives has Chaewon biting her lip to muffle her moans. The younger girl grips her older member’s shoulders as an outlet for her need, and Sakura only giggles. 

“So eager, Chaewonnie. Do you need me that badly?” 

“Y-Yes, unnie, I do!” Chaewon can’t reply any faster—she wants, no, needs Sakura’s fingers where it matters the most. She needs the older girl to push her panties to the side, shove her long fingers into her pussy, and fuck her until she sees stars. Yet, Sakura doesn’t think the same—she’s taking her time with her leader: teasing her is all she’s doing. 

“Patience is a virtue, Chaewonnie. I think you can wait. Can you?” 

Sakura’s firm, yet teasing tone leaves Chaewon even wetter. She’s wondering if she should act out, if she should be the brat she is. Maybe Sakura would punish her, spank her. It’s been a while since she’s been mar—“Oh f—Unnie!”

During Chaewon’s distraction, Sakura’s hands roam up from the younger girl’s ass. They’re right over Chaewon’s bra now, and Sakura fondles them in her palm softly before she reaches beneath the cups to touch Chaewon directly. Sakura’s warm hands only add fuel to Chaewon’s lust. 

“Unnie, please!” Chaewon opts to act out just a bit more. It might work, after all. 

“Shut up, Chaewonnie, or I’ll get dressed and leave.” Sakura gives her a second warning. “I can take care of myself, but you can’t without me, and we both know that.” 

Point taken—the last time Chaewon got off without Sakura’s permission, she was forced to edge for a week straight—the worst week of her life. 

“Good girl. Now, let unnie take care of you.”

Sakura draws her hands out of Chaewon’s bra. The younger girl almost whimpers at the loss of contact, but she forces herself to keep quiet. Chaewon’s disappointment turns into happiness a second later when the Japanese girl pulls her bra down to expose her bare breasts, her nipples taut in arousal. Sakura wastes no time in taking one into her mouth, eagerly sucking on her leader’s chest and drawing a soft moan from her. Her hands don’t stay idle either—one returns to her ass, and the other plays with Chaewon’s free nipple, which renders the younger girl a whimpering mess. 

“God, you sound so good, Chaewonnie…” Sakura giggles as she pulls her lips away from the younger’s slick nipple to give her a soft kiss. “You’re probably so wet for me, hm?”

The younger girl eagerly nods, and Sakura laughs. Chaewon could be so adorable. 

“I’m feeling nice today, so…” The hand on Chaewon’s ass slides over to a bare thigh, before Sakura flips it over to cup the younger girl between her legs, over her wet heat. “Mm, you weren’t lying, Chaewonnie. Already so wet for unnie.” Sakura runs a finger right over Chaewon’s clothed slit, her skin damp with arousal. “Such a good girl.”

“Yes, I’m unnie’s good girl!” Chaewon keens at the praise. She loves it when Sakura calls her that. 

“And good girls deserve rewards.” Sakura deftly pushes Chaewon’s panties to the side, and the younger girl gasps out loud when she penetrates her with her middle and ring fingers, down to the hilt. “Say thank you, Chaewonnie.” 

“Thank you, unnie!” The younger girl half-speaks, half-moans her reply as her older member begins to thrust her fingers into her. She opts not to speak anymore, just focusing on the pleasure she enjoys from the older girl’s fingers as they rub against her slick walls. Sakura begins to increase the tempo of the thrusts, which leaves Chaewon softly moaning over and over. The older girl presses her lips against her younger groupmate to muffle the moans, though the chaste kiss soon turns into anything but—tongues swirl, moans escape from the gaps, and Chaewon is actively grinding her hips down in the air, eager for Sakura to fuck her harder. Sakura’s fingers and palm are covered in slick—the younger girl is always so messy—but she doesn’t mind. Chaewon’s messiness is just one of the things that makes her so hot.

“Unnie, I… I’m getting close already…” A full blush envelopes Chaewon’s face at the admission. She grinds down against Sakura’s fingers, begging for more. “I… I need more, please.”

“More, mm?” Sakura grins. “Sure.”

Chaewon thinks she might’ve bit off more than she could chew when Sakura penetrates her with four fingers. The stretch has her squealing in surprise, which Sakura muffles with another kiss. 

“I know you can take it, Chaewonnie. Keep it quiet for me, will you? Good girl.”

Chaewon struggles to keep herself silent—whimpers, moans, and gasps leave her lips as Sakura thrusts her fingers into her hole. The Japanese girl makes sure to rub against her groupmate’s G-spot every time she hilts, the heel of her palm rubbing over Chaewon’s clit as well. The younger girl can’t keep herself still anymore—her hips grinding against Sakura’s palm, fingers going white with how hard she grips the older girl’s shoulders. Sakura knows her girl’s really close now—she’s getting tighter and wetter, her breaths becoming shorter. Immediately, she latches her lips back on Chaewon’s nipple, softly sucking on it for that extra bit of pleasure to push her over the edge. 

“Unnie, I… I’m cumming!”

With a shudder, Chaewon’s comes undone under Sakura’s touch. Rushes of slick flow from deep within her all over Sakura’s fingers, staining the older girl’s thighs below her as it drips. She convulses in pleasure as Sakura continues her thrusts, intent on stimulating Chaewon as much as she could take. The older girl grins as she watches, and she offers soft encouragement throughout Chaewon’s high. 

“Mhm, that’s right, keep cumming over unnie’s fingers like that, good girl. Drench unnie’s fingers in cum just like that…”

Eventually, Chaewon comes down from her high, and she collapses right on Sakura’s lap, exhausted. The older Japanese girl only grins lustfully when she lifts her cum-drenched hand to Chaewon’s lips with one instruction: “Suck.” 

And suck she does—Chaewon cleans her unnie’s hand free of her own cum with her mouth, sucking and licking her juices off thoroughly. Sakura’s praises of “Good girl” keep her going, and when she withdraws her fingers, she guides Chaewon to lie on a dry spot on the bed. Immediately, Sakura’s hands are on her panties, and she draws them off her hips, slowly pulling them off and flinging them aside as she stares at Chaewon’s pretty face. 

“You’ve had your fun, Chaewonnie.” 

Sakura straddles her younger groupmate’s face, her glistening slit just inches away from Chaewon’s lips. She grins at the breaths of anticipation brushing right against her core as she lowers herself down.

“Now, it’s unnie’s turn.”

[edenesth]

TWTHH Spinoff: Written in the Stars [2]

Pairing: military strategist!Mingi x royal physician!reader

AU: historical au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 10.3k 🤡

Summary: Mingi had spent countless years searching for the angel who saved his life when he was on the verge of death. He believed god was on his side when she finally reappeared before him, but she was now so near yet so far, so unobtainable. No longer just a young medical trainee, she had become an esteemed royal physician—a woman working within the palace walls. And what did that mean? It meant she now belonged to His Majesty.

Part 1 | Main Story | Spinoff Masterlist

"I still can't believe you actually said yes to him. What happened to love being a luxury for us, hm?" Subin teased, not letting you off the hook since she found out about the military strategist's bold invitation. That was surprising enough, but nothing shocked her more than your acceptance.

You sighed, tightening the bow of your hanbok before heading to the full-length mirror in your room to check your hair. "Oh, stop it. You know this is nothing more than a way to demonstrate our teamwork. Officer Song is a colleague, and we are simply taking the chance to network and show support for the union with Ruhon."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure, you keep telling yourself that, unnie."

You truly didn’t want to think much of it.

You were already planning to attend the banquet anyway, with or without Mingi's invitation. As one of the more senior and recognised royal physicians in the palace, your attendance at these events was mostly expected. While his attempts to spend time with you hadn't gone unnoticed, you treated them as nothing but friendly gestures.

As you finished adjusting your hanbok, you resolved to keep things strictly professional. Whatever he thought might happen, you would make it clear that you were unavailable. You would convince him to give up, knowing his efforts would only be in vain.

Right, let's get this over with.

The evening of the banquet arrived, and the palace buzzed with activity. Lanterns illuminated the courtyards, and the air was filled with music and laughter. Excitement filled you as you stepped out of the female physicians' quarters to find the tall and dashing military strategist already waiting. He wore a grand hanbok, a stark contrast to his usual training clothes. His hair was slicked back, and his hands were clasped behind his back as he paced, eyes fixed on the ground.

You took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat. After all, you were only human, and this was a stunning man before you. But you had to remind yourself that nothing was ever going to happen between you two and that you had only agreed to attend the event with him as a gesture of camaraderie.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After composing yourself, you cleared your throat and called out, "Officer Song, you really didn't have to come all the way here. I could have just met you at the grand hall along with everyone else."

Mingi perked up, his heart thundering at the sound of your voice. When he turned to face you, his breath momentarily caught at the sight of you so dressed up. You were always beautiful to him, but tonight, you were even more enchanting.

He bowed slightly and stepped closer. "You look… perfect, my lady."

You blinked rapidly, hoping the blush you felt wasn’t obvious on your face. He continued, "Of course, I had to come here. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t? More importantly, you're not just anyone else to me, Royal Physician Ahn. You're my—"

Not wanting to hear the rest, you flashed a large, courteous smile. "Ah, we should probably head over if we don't want to be late. Let us go, Officer Song," you said, cutting him off. His smile faltered slightly before he nodded. "R-right, let us."

Throughout the night, the military strategist remained faithfully by your side. Unfortunately, his attentive gestures did not go unnoticed by those around you, leaving you flustered and repeatedly clarifying that you were merely colleagues.

"Really, Royal Physician Ahn? That's a shame, you two would make a beautiful couple," teased Lady Park. You sputtered, choking on your drink. She panicked and reached over to pat you on the back, glancing at a very concerned Mingi who was conversing with the general. With a reassuring smile, she mouthed, "I'll take care of her."

Officer Song resisted rolling his eyes as Seonghwa smiled dreamily at his adorable wife, not realising he was just as guilty of it—if only he knew he looked the same whenever you were around.

"I-I'm fine. Thank you, Lady Park. But I assure you, nothing can happen between us. It is forbidden; I am a woman of the palace."

The pregnant woman grinned in response. "So, are you saying that if you weren't a palace woman, you definitely would have given General Officer Song a chance?"

You sighed, offering her a half-hearted smile. "There's no use pondering that, my lady. It's impossible," you whispered the last part.

She softened, touching your shoulder gently. "Nothing is impossible if only you desire it hard enough, my dear."

Your heart warmed at her words, but you knew better than to believe them. With an appreciative nod, you gestured to her baby bump. "So, how has pregnancy been treating you, my lady?" you asked, steering the conversation away from dangerous territory. You were afraid of temptations and could not afford to give in to any of them.

The conversation with Lady Park was cut short when a certain fourth prince appeared behind her, hesitantly taking an uncertain step forward. You blinked, trying not to stare too obviously, but she noticed your eyes shifting toward something over her shoulder.

With furrowed brows, she wondered aloud, "Just what are you looking at, Royal Physician Ahn?" She turned and froze upon locking eyes with Prince Yeosang. As she moved to bow, he hurriedly reached out to stop her, gently holding her by her forearms.

"It's been a while, my lady. Would you… care to catch up?" he asked.

She bit her lip, turning to meet her husband's warm gaze. Seonghwa nodded, signalling that the decision was up to her, and she excused herself to speak with her friend. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the prince's one-sided feelings for Lady Park persisted. Everyone in Joseon had heard of His Highness' not-so-subtle advances back then. The gossip at that time was quite juicy, but it was good to see him accepting defeat gracefully. The once bratty fourth prince had disappeared; it seemed the general's wife truly had a strong hold on his heart, changing him for the better even with her firm rejection.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when your chaperone reappeared by your side. You weren't sure how to feel around the gentle giant. His presence was both comforting and unnerving.

"Everything alright?" Mingi asked softly, concern evident in his eyes.

"Yes, everything is fine," you replied, smiling up at him. "Just a bit of palace drama."

He chuckled, nodding in understanding. "Palace drama indeed. Shall we continue to mingle, or would you like to take a break?"

You appreciated his attentiveness, but the whirlwind of emotions from the evening had left you feeling somewhat drained. "A break sounds nice," you admitted.

Mingi beckoned for you to follow and you did, allowing him to lead you to a quieter corner of the grand hall. As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. The evening was proving to be far more eventful than you had anticipated, and you knew you had to stay vigilant against his allurements that seemed to be lurking at every turn.

As you both reached a more secluded area, he quickly said, "Wait here, I'll get you something to drink."

You sighed, reaching for his arm. "You don't have to do that, Officer Song. I don't want anyone to misunderstand. I've been meaning to tell you: there's nothing between us, and there never will be."

He paused, turning to face you properly. You looked away almost immediately, guilt gnawing at you as you caught a glimpse of the hurt reflected in his eyes. A heavy silence settled between you, each struggling to collect your thoughts.

Mingi knew winning your heart wouldn't be easy, but the early rejection still stung deeply. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but steady. "I understand your concerns, truly. But my intentions are genuine. I'm sorry if I've caused you any discomfort or misunderstanding. I just want you to know how much I care."

You bit your lip, the sincerity in his words making it even harder. "I appreciate your honesty, but I have my duties and responsibilities. My life is here in the palace, and I can't afford distractions."

He nodded slowly, taking a step back to give you space. "I respect your dedication. I just… before I let you go, there's one thing I need to know. We've actually met each other years ago. Did you… did you remember me when you saw me again?"

Your expression remained unreadable as you mustered a response. After what felt like an eternity, with the military strategist standing with bated breath and his heart pounding in his ears, you finally met his eyes and softly said, "No, I'm afraid don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry, Officer Song…"

His heart sank. "Oh."

The weight of his disappointment hung in the air. He took a step back, struggling to mask the hurt that flashed across his face. He had held onto the hope that perhaps, even faintly, you had remembered him. That tiny hope had been a beacon for him, a justification for his persistence. But now, it seemed all for naught.

What if His Majesty had been right?

"That's… that's okay," he finally said, forcing a weak smile. "I must have been mistaken."

You nodded, the guilt intensifying as you watched him grapple with his emotions. "I'm really sorry. Perhaps you have."

Except that was a complete lie.

You remembered. In truth, you had never forgotten. How could you? To have seen Song Mingi in person was to understand that he wasn't someone easy to forget, even when pale and sickly on his deathbed. He was undeniably gorgeous. Beyond his appearance and physique, his warm gaze, soft touch, and sweet words lingered in your memory, impossible to leave behind.

You'd recognised him since day one.

It took everything in you to maintain a composed façade and steady your racing heart as you locked eyes with the military strategist for the first time in years. Before you stood a man, well and strong, embodying everything you had ever wanted.

But you had to quell your desires, silence your dreams, and dismiss any thoughts of the impossible. Years had passed, and you had assumed he was married by now. Later, you discovered he wasn't.

Yet, it changed nothing.

You were now a palace woman, and that sealed the hopelessness of your situation. So you chose to pretend, to feign ignorance of your shared past. It was for the best—for him and for you.

Sometimes, you wondered if you were trying to convince him or yourself more. It was the very reason you dreaded seeing him; not out of dislike or annoyance, but because you were just as captivated by him as he was by you. Had you been an ordinary physician outside the palace walls, you would have accepted his love in a heartbeat.

But things were different now.

Rules were rules.

You and General Officer Song were a beautiful impossibility, and you had to do everything to keep it that way.

Yet, his constant presence was a quiet storm, eroding your resolve. Every gentle gesture, each attempt to show he could protect and cherish you, made it increasingly difficult. His persistence, so tender and genuine, weakened your defences, and you were frightened—terrified, even—of the feelings blooming within you.

Why must he be so cruel?

His kindness, his sincerity, his unwavering dedication—they all tugged at your heartstrings, weakening your defenses. Every time he appeared with that soft smile, every time he looked at you with those earnest eyes, it became increasingly difficult to remember why you had to keep him at arm's length.

And tonight, standing in the secluded corner of the grand hall, facing the man you had spent years trying to forget, you felt your carefully constructed walls begin to crumble. The reality of your situation pressed heavily on you, a constant reminder of the boundaries that could not be crossed.

Song Mingi, with his genuine concern and quiet strength, embodied everything you had ever wanted but could never have. His mere presence was a cruel reminder of what could have been in another life, another world. A world where you were free to love him without consequence.

But you weren't in that world. You were here, bound by duty and rules that were impossible to break. So you swallowed your feelings, pushed down the burgeoning hope, and forced yourself to remember the impossible nature of your situation.

Because letting yourself love him—truly, deeply love him—would only lead to heartache for you both. And you couldn't bear the thought of causing him any more pain than you already have.

You sighed, swallowing the lump forming in your throat as you gazed up at him solemnly. "I, uh… I'm feeling rather tired. I shall retire to my quarters for the night. Thank you for accompanying me tonight, Officer Song. It truly is a joy to befriend Lady Park. It's also wonderful to finally see Joseon and Ruhon getting along well. It seems like things are really looking up for us."

But they weren't.

Both of you thought it, but neither dared to say it aloud.

You smiled courteously, bowing respectfully. "Goodnight, Officer Song. I hope you enjoy the rest of the banquet with your friends."

Just as you turned to leave, he reached out an arm to stop you, though not touching you. Damn it. Damn him and his gentlemanly gestures. "Wait, my lady. Please allow me to escort you back—"

You bowed again, cutting him off, afraid to hear the rest of it. "Please enjoy the rest of the banquet."

With that, you left, leaving behind a strong man staring longingly after you like a lovesick puppy. You didn't have the courage to spare a final glance at him, knowing another look at his pleading eyes would make you give in, and you couldn't have that. Not now. Not ever. You needed to put an end to this.

As you walked away, your heart ached with every step. The distance between you and Mingi grew, but the weight of your emotions only became heavier. The grand hall's festive atmosphere faded into the background as you focused on maintaining your resolve.

Arriving back at the female physician's quarters, you couldn't summon the energy to put on yet another fake smile for Subin. Your friend waited excitedly for you by the entrance, but her beam faltered as she registered the expression on your face.

"You told him to stop, didn't you?" she asked softly, reaching over to grab your hand.

You nodded wordlessly, too weary to say anything more. Subin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, guiding you into your room, murmuring, "It'll be okay… I'm here."

You broke into a tiny smile, leaning into her hold appreciatively. Her warmth and understanding were a balm to your frayed nerves. As you settled into the familiar comfort of your quarters, the weight of the evening began to lift, if only slightly.

Subin's presence was a reminder that you weren't alone, even in your struggle to keep your feelings at bay. She helped you sit down, then knelt beside you, her eyes filled with concern and compassion.

"I know it's hard," she said gently, "but you're strong. You did what you had to do."

You sighed, closing your eyes as you leaned back against the wall. "I just... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I just wish things were different, you know?"

She nodded, squeezing your hand. "I know, unnie. But remember, you're not alone in this. We'll get through it together. Besides, you said it yourself: we have each other, and we have our duty. That's enough. It has to be."

Her words, though simple, offered a small measure of solace. You knew the path ahead would be challenging and that things with the military strategist would never be the same again, but with her by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope.

"Trust me, you'll get over it in no time."

God, I sure hope so.

Meanwhile, Mingi did his best to keep it together for the rest of the event. After all, you had told him to enjoy it with his friends, so he did—or at least he tried his hardest. Feigning a huge grin, he returned to General Park and Royal Secretary Choi's side, casually mentioning that you had retired early. He didn’t want to burden them with his love troubles; the last thing he wanted was their pity. He didn't need to feel any worse than he already did.

Despite having braced himself for the possibility of hearing those words, the pain of your rejection cut deep. "There's nothing between us, and there never will be." Those words echoed in his mind like a broken record as he lay in bed that night, unable to find solace in sleep. He was caught between the urge to fight harder for you and the need to honour your wishes.

Yet, he couldn't shake the image of your face when he asked if you remembered him. The fleeting look of conflict troubled him deeply. Why did you seem so torn? Why did you hesitate? Could you have been lying? If so, why hide the truth? He needed answers. Whether or not you would ever be his, he needed to know them.

Mingi resolved to seek those answers, slowly and carefully. In the process, he hoped to soften your seemingly hardened heart, guarded by steel walls that showed cracks despite your efforts to conceal them. He might have been a fool most of the time, but his attentiveness had never been keener than now. All for you. Because he believed fate must have brought you back into his life for a reason.

"You good, hyung?" Junghoon asked, feeling his mentor shift on the bed for what seemed like the thousandth time that night.

The older man nodded despite the internal turmoil within him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Go to sleep already, young man."

"I'm trying... if only you'd stop moving."

Heaving a sigh, Mingi turned to face his apprentice. "Hey, what do you think it means when a woman tells you to stop pursuing her but looks really sad while saying it?"

The younger man rolled his eyes. There goes my sleep, he thought as he pushed himself up into a seated position, legs folded and hands intertwined. "Alright, sit your dumbass up. Time for Love Lessons for Dummies 101."

"Are you sure this is going to work? She's not—" Mingi's words were cut off by his apprentice, who mocked him with air quotes. "'Not like other girls.' Yeah, yeah, I know. That's what every man says about his crush. Trust me, women are all the same. Nothing melts their hearts more than an attentive and caring man. Now go before she's already out for her lunch break."

Junghoon had finally convinced his mentor to see his dream girl after avoiding the royal medical hall for nearly a week, giving you the space you needed. But Mingi knew that to win your heart, he couldn’t stay away. He'd have to approach gently and slowly.

With a handmade lunchbox in hand, the military strategist's first mission was to show you he wasn’t bound by gender norms, relegating kitchen tasks only to women. He wanted to demonstrate what having a husband like him would be like. If you wished, he could drop by each day with lunch prepared just for you.

His heart pounded with anticipation when he arrived at the medical hall for the first time in what felt like forever. He had missed you like crazy, each day without seeing you dragging on like a year. As he stepped inside and approached the counter, confusion set in when you were nowhere in sight. Could you have gone out with the first batch of royal physicians for your lunch break? That was odd; you always preferred the second batch.

"Good day, Officer Song. Are you injured or feeling unwell?" one of your colleagues asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Mingi blinked and cleared his throat. "N-no, I'm here for Royal Physician Ahn. Is she already out for lunch?"

Your colleague suppressed a knowing grin, pursing her lips before answering, "She's not. She hasn't been in for a few days now. She's been down with food poisoning ever since attending the royal banquet with you."

Mingi felt his heart sink.

He muttered a quick thanks and dashed out, his feet moving automatically towards the female physicians' quarters. Nothing else mattered; he needed to see you, to know you were okay, to apologise for not taking better care of you that night.

Meanwhile, you pressed your face into your pillow, curling into a ball and clutching the comforter around you as another stab of pain hit your stomach. The discomfort was unbearable, making it impossible to go to work today. Seeing your agony, the head of the royal physicians had allowed you a day or two to feel better before returning to the royal medical hall.

As the pain subsided and you slowly felt a wave of drowsiness enveloping you, an unusual rustle from outside alerted you. Someone was there. But who? Everyone else should be at work. Was it Subin coming to check on you? Your thoughts were interrupted when your breath hitched, realising a man's silhouette was standing by your room entrance through the paper walls.

What fool would dare come here, a place meant only for women? Not even eunuchs were allowed in, let alone a well-built man of his stature. Was it a prison escapee? Lord knows what he'd do if he found you alone. Before you could attempt to get up and go someplace safe, another sharp pain hit, and the wince you let out was inevitable. Unfortunately, the man heard you and immediately reached to pull the doors open.

As the door slid open, your heart raced, fear gripping you as you braced for the worst. But instead of a stranger, you saw Mingi's concerned face. His eyes widened in alarm as he rushed to your side.

"Physician Ahn, are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

"O-Officer Song? What in the world are you doing here?" you managed to say between breaths, the pain still lingering.

"I heard you were sick. I had to make sure you were okay," he replied, his voice softening as he knelt beside your bed.

The concern in his eyes was genuine, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, a small part of you felt relieved. "You're not supposed to... you shouldn't be here," you whispered, the rules and propriety still at the forefront of your mind.

"I know, but I couldn't stay away," he said, gently placing a hand on your arm. "I'm here to make up for my mistake. I should have been more attentive. This is all my fault."

You frowned, pushing yourself up to a sitting position as the pain subsided again. "What do you mean by that? How is any of this your fault? This has nothing to do with you."

He sighed. "Nonsense. If only I’d been more attentive to what they served you at the banquet, you wouldn’t have been suffering from food poisoning this badly."

"F-food poisoning...? Who told you that?" you asked, already having a clue. He twiddled his fingers nervously. "One of your colleagues. I was at the medical hall earlier and you weren’t there. She told me you were sick, and I came here as fast as I could..."

Squeezing your eyes shut, you were exasperated at your friends’ mischievousness. They hadn’t let you live it down since learning you had gone to the royal banquet with the military strategist, though they didn’t know what had transpired between you two or how the night had ended. The teasing was one thing, but you didn’t think they’d actually go this far. But of course, they probably didn’t think this fool would actually come here himself instead of sending a court lady to check on you.

You sighed. "I don't have food poisoning… it's just that time of the month. You know, the women thing…" His eyes widened in horror, and his cheeks turned red with embarrassment. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, muttering, "Gosh, why'd she lie about this?"

You pulled your comforter close as another cramp hit. "Listen, I'm not in the mood to talk right now. Besides, you really shouldn't be here. I appreciate you checking on me, but you should leave. We'd both be in huge trouble if someone saw you here."

He nodded quickly, gesturing to the bag he had brought with him. "Right, I-I'll leave immediately. These are for you, by the way. I made them myself. Please enjoy them when you're feeling hungry."

Usually, you would have melted at that, but you really needed him gone. "Yes, thank you."

As if the world had something against you, just as the military strategist neared the door, another familiar silhouette appeared at the entrance. "Are you feeling any better, my dear? I've come with some heat packs to soothe the cramps," the head of the royal physicians called out, her hands reaching for the door handle.

Mingi froze, and you panicked, all menstrual pain forgotten as you jumped out of bed and rushed towards him, exclaiming loudly, "I'm feeling much better, Head Physician Seo! Thank you for your concern. Would you give me a minute? I'm not properly dressed."

You sighed in relief when that worked like a charm as she removed her hand from the door handle and took a step back. "Oh, my apologies. Of course, let me know when you're ready."

Scanning the room in alarm, you hurried to the cabinet that usually held your mattress, pillows, and comforters when you weren't sleeping, now empty. "Get in here, quick!" you whispered urgently. He obeyed, moving as stealthily as he could to avoid making a sound and raising suspicion.

Oh god, can things get any worse today?

After shooting him a stern look and pressing your pointer finger against your lips to signal a firm 'be quiet,' you shut the cabinet doors and took a deep breath. Plastering on a huge smile, you opened the door for your superior, letting her in. She smiled warmly, handing you the heat packs she'd brought. "Is everything okay? I thought I heard someone in here earlier."

Your breath caught as you noticed Mingi's bag still by your bed. Quickly moving to conceal it with your hanbok, you feigned innocence. "Huh, really? That's weird. It's only me. I'm sure it's nothing."

She shrugged and nodded. "You're probably right. I guess all the lack of sleep must be getting to me. Well then, it’s good to see you doing better. I shall get back to work then."

You mustered a fake laugh. "That must be it, ma'am. Thank you so much for the heat packs. I really appreciate it."

She patted your cheeks softly. "Anything for my best physician. Hope to see you back at work tomorrow."

You nodded, waving goodbye as she left. As you shut the door, exhaustion overwhelmed you, and you sank to your knees. The cabinet doors creaked open as the tall man emerged, muttering, "Phew, that was close—"

As if jinxing it, your superior returned. "Oh yes, my dear!" she called through the door.

Rushing up to Mingi, you smacked a palm over his mouth to shut him up as you answered her, "Yes, ma'am?"

She chuckled. "I heard that General Officer Song of yours dropped by the medical hall earlier, seemingly with lunch prepared for you. Don't be so hard on him, hm? I know we’re not allowed to love, but he's a sweet guy. At least be a friend to him. We’re still allowed to have friends, you know? Please don’t deprive yourself of that right too."

You swallowed, meeting Mingi’s eyes as they softened at your pained expression. "I understand. Thank you, ma'am."

Finally, she left for good this time. Eyes locked with his, you pondered her words. Could you really be friends with this man? Just... friends? Perhaps that was all you could ever be.

In that moment of closeness, you became acutely aware of your position, your hand still covering his mouth, his hands gently supporting you on your back. The atmosphere crackled with tension until it was broken by the rumble of his stomach. Flustered, you withdrew, your heart racing.

What in the world just happened...?

With a nervous bite of your lip, you dared to break the silence. "You uhh... haven't eaten either, have you?"

He shook his head bashfully, his eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and longing. "No, I haven't."

Oh, to hell with it.

You gestured towards the lunch he had brought. "Join me then."

Things had obviously shifted between you since then, and it did not go unnoticed by those around you. General Officer Song started coming by the medical hall at least once a week, no longer pretending to have an injury but simply to share lunch with you.

As friends.

That was what you told your friends, colleagues and every other palace staff whenever they tried to tease you. Yes, friends. That was all there was to it. All you both were ever going to be. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends. Good friends. That was all you would allow… all you were allowed, really.

But you were happy with it. You had to be. It wasn't something you had a say in.

This was your life.

Mingi's visits became an oddly comforting routine. Every week, he would show up with a handmade lunch, and you would sit together, talking and laughing. The bond between you grew stronger, and although you constantly reminded yourself that you were just friends, there was an undeniable warmth in your interactions.

One afternoon, after the military strategist had patiently waited for you to finish caring for a patient, the two of you shared lunch in a quiet corner of the medical hall. He looked at you with a soft, contemplative expression. "You know," he began, "the first time I saw you, I thought you were the most admirable woman to exist. I'm glad I wasn't wrong. You really are an angel sent by the heavens."

You felt a flutter in your chest but quickly suppressed it, grinning softly. "Am I really? You know I'm not the only female physician around. The others are just as admirable."

Yes, but they're not you.

He nodded, though his eyes held a depth of emotion you couldn't quite decipher. "I suppose you're right," he said gently.

Not wanting to dwell on the serious atmosphere, you playfully nudged him on the shoulder. "Of course I am. I'm always right. And I bet you were a complete crybaby the day we first met, wailing like a child as you received treatment."

He scoffed, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically and feigning offence. "I was not. I'll have you know I was the most courageous soldier on site that day."

Brave enough to ask you out.

"Sure you were," you mocked sarcastically, sticking your tongue out at him. Your heart warmed internally because he was right. You remembered how calm he was despite the pain he endured. But he could never know you remembered. Never. That would complicate things too much, and you didn't need that. Not now, not ever.

Things were perfect as they were.

Or were they?

Irked by your teasing, he swiftly reached out to snatch a piece of dumpling—your favourite—from your lunchbox and stuffed it into his mouth as revenge. You let out a surprised yelp, smacking him on the arm. "Wha—hey! That was my last piece! Give it back, Song Mingi!" Your laughter filled the space as you wrestled with him, his eyes disappearing into adorable slits as he hurriedly chewed on the dumpling, annoying you with it. He chortled, speaking through his mouth full, "Ha! That's what you get!"

The fun was abruptly cut short when the head of the royal physicians appeared at the doorway. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked, her tone light but curious.

You sputtered and shook your head, immediately pushing yourself off the tall man. "Absolutely not, ma'am. He was just about to leave. We're done eating," you said, glaring playfully at Mingi as he swallowed the last of your dumpling.

The military strategist bowed respectfully to the elderly woman, seizing the opportunity to escape your wrath. "I apologise for taking up so much of Royal Physician Ahn's time. I'll leave at once," he said.

She shook her head, smiling warmly. "Don't apologise. I'm not sure I've seen Physician Ahn this happy in a good while. Please stay for a bit more if you wish, Officer Song."

Both your cheeks grew warm at her words as Mingi scrambled to pack up his belongings and leave, clearly shy. "Thank you, ma'am, but I really shouldn't. Besides, I have training to attend as well."

With a final bow to you both, he was gone, leaving you standing there, your heart still racing from the sudden interruption and the unexpected compliment from your superior.

Head Physician Seo approached you, a knowing smile on her face. "You and General Officer Song seem really close. Are you sure there's nothing more going on?"

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "We're good friends. That's all."

She raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Well, as long as you're happy. I'm glad you took my advice and allowed him in."

You nodded, reaffirming your own belief. "You were right, it's nice to have someone who genuinely understands and cares."

In the back of your mind, you couldn't ignore the ache of wanting something more, but you reminded yourself that this was your reality. And so, you continued to cherish the time spent with him, finding solace in the friendship that had blossomed between you.

As the weeks turned into months, the boundaries of your friendship were constantly tested. Every shared smile, every lingering glance, and every comforting touch made it harder to maintain the illusion. Deep down, you both knew what you had was special, even if you could never openly acknowledge it.

Despite the constraints, you found happiness in the moments you shared. Each lunch, each conversation, and each quiet moment of understanding reinforced the bond between you. The stolen glances when no one was looking, the way he would subtly take care of you, and the warmth that filled your heart when he was near—it all painted a picture of a love that couldn't be spoken.

In the silence of the night, when you lay awake thinking about him, you allowed yourself to dream of a different life. A life where societal expectations didn't dictate your choices, and you could be free to express your true feelings. But for now, those dreams remained just that—dreams.

You took comfort in the friendship that had become an integral part of your life. It was a bittersweet reality, but one you had come to accept. And in those precious moments you shared, you found a contentment that made the impossible feel almost within reach.

Meanwhile, Mingi found himself growing more hopeful with every step closer to you. Though it hurt to hear you remind everyone that what you shared was merely friendship, he was almost certain you returned his feelings. Yet, he didn’t want to make assumptions; he needed to hear it from you. He was prepared to wait a long time, even forever, as long as you continued to allow him to be near you. This closeness was already more than he had ever hoped for, and a part of him had accepted that this might be the way things were meant to be.

Being friends was better than nothing.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," Junghoon smirked before letting out a whine as his mentor hit him on the back.

"Shut up, kid. What do you know about love anyway? Taking advice from you nearly got me and her in trouble," Mingi grumbled.

The apprentice rolled his eyes, rubbing his back. "Oh, please, don't act like it didn't help you get close to her. I dare you to say you didn’t enjoy having her pressed up against you that day, keeping your mouth shut with her hand, all alone in her room—"

Mingi slapped a hand over the younger man’s mouth, eyes wide and face burning with embarrassment. "If you don't shut your trap right now, I'll tell His Majesty you’d like to quit and join the eunuchs."

That was all it took to silence Junghoon.

Truthfully, the apprentice was right, being close to you had made Mingi greedy for your affections. He often wondered what it would be like to have you willingly run into his arms. But the military strategist knew that was probably as far as he would ever get. Friends were not meant to be any closer than that, and he had come to accept it. If only you would stop making things more difficult.

One day, a soldier was seriously injured during training due to faulty weapons, and the royal medical hall was notified. You appeared at the training grounds with Subin beside you not long after, slightly out of breath as your eyes searched hastily for something or… someone. When you didn’t find who you were looking for, you blurted out, "Where's Officer Song? Is he okay?"

The soldiers greeting you furrowed their brows in confusion. "Officer Song…? Yes, he's fine. It's not him who got injured. Did someone tell you that by mistake?"

You sputtered messily, flustered for giving yourself away, while your childhood friend suppressed her giggle beside you. "O-oh, no... I just... I assumed it was him since he gets injured nearly every week. Never mind that, please take us to the injured soldier."

"Yes, my lady. Come with me."

Quickly, you followed the man, eyes glued to his back, not wanting to catch any knowing glances thrown your way. Unbeknownst to you, Song Mingi was hidden by a stand and had heard everything, struggling to keep the smile off his face at your concern. Were you thinking about him just as much as he thought about you? Were you worried about him? Did you... feel the same?

He desperately wanted to hear it from you but dared not ask the questions, fearing the answers you'd give him—answers that he knew would never reflect your true feelings. He watched you tend to the injured soldier from a distance, the smile lingering on his face, feeling a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Though it stung to always be reminded that what you shared was nothing more than friendship, he clung to the moments when your actions betrayed your words, showing a deeper, unspoken bond.

For now, he would be content with this.

Until he couldn't.

He arrived at the medical hall the next day with lunchboxes in hand, ready to spend time with you as usual. Instead, he was met with the devastating news that you had been dispatched to a plague-ridden village to provide assistance. His heart fell, and his world crumbled.

"I don't understand. What do you mean she's gone, my King? She was just here yesterday."

"Forget her, Officer Song. I told you it's impossible to be with her," said the ruler, rubbing a hand on his temple. "She volunteered to go without hesitation. I think you have your answer loud and clear. And as much I hate to say this, we're not sure she will return from this trip. Most physicians going on such missions are like soldiers going to war; they risk their lives and could be gone for months or even years. You deserve someone who can stay by your side."

The King's words cut deep, but Mingi's mind was a whirlwind of worry and despair. The thought of you in danger, far away, made it hard for him to breathe. The idea of losing you, of not knowing if you were safe or if you would ever come back, was unbearable.

"Where is this village, Your Majesty?"

The elderly man sighed deeply, shaking his head. "What will it take for you to give up? You'll only end up in pain, as if you haven't already been in enough pain. She has denied all your attempts from the start. Why do you do this to yourself, hm?"

Officer Song clenched his fists, his voice trembling with emotion. "Because love isn't about possession. Love is unconditional. I don't care if she will never accept my love in this life; I will continue to be there for her, to protect and care for her as long as I am alive. I'll be damned if I let her face all that danger on her own. So, I'm asking again, Your Majesty, where exactly is this village?"

The desperation in his voice was palpable, the rawness of his love laid bare. He would do anything, go anywhere, to ensure your safety. For the military strategist, there was no greater purpose than being there for you, no matter the cost.

Meanwhile, you struggled to keep yourself together as you arrived at the terror-stricken village. The place had been overtaken by a sudden, rapidly spreading disease, claiming lives at a frightening pace. Violently woken in the middle of the night by Head Physician Seo, you joined the royal physicians gathered in the main hall to hear the grim news. Guri, the very village where you and Subin had lost everything, was now cursed with another wave of illness, intent on wiping out the population and destroying families again.

But you were stronger now.

You would rather die trying than let more innocent villagers endure what you did all those years ago. This time, you were capable of saving lives. Without a second thought, you and your friend volunteered to go. It wasn't until you were in the carriage that you remembered a certain Officer Song. Crestfallen, you realised that perhaps this was all for the best. Maybe, with your absence, he could finally move on and find someone with whom he could have a future, instead of being held back by you.

And you... you would be doing the very thing you had trained for all your life. There was no time to dwell on matters of the heart.

Forget him, lives are at stake.

As you arrived in Guri, the sight was both familiar and heartbreaking. The streets were eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of distant weeping or the hollow coughs of the afflicted. You, Subin, and the rest of the royal physicians immediately set to work; assessing the situation and organising the sick villagers for treatment.

"Help my mother, please!"

"It hurts, make it stop!"

"I don't want to die yet... I'm scared."

Doing your best to calm the terrified villagers, your mind was a whirlwind of medical procedures and strategies to contain the spread. Every moment was a battle against time, a race to save as many lives as possible. But amidst the chaos, thoughts of Mingi lingered at the edge of your mind. His gummy smile, his stupidly cute laughter, the way his eyes lit up when he saw you—they all haunted you, a bittersweet reminder of what you had left behind.

Sometimes, it felt like those thoughts of him were the only thing keeping you going. Nearly a week had passed, and the situation had only slightly improved. With minimal sleep and just enough food to keep you alive, you worked tirelessly to tend to the sick. All the while, you wished you had a certain tall, handsome, and silly strategist to help lighten the constantly heavy atmosphere. At this point, you had lost count of the times you had imagined him by your side. The imagination could be so vivid, you were convinced you were hallucinating from the immense lack of rest.

"Need a hand, my lady?"

You froze, your actions of reaching for the top shelf of the makeshift clinic for some medicine halted at the familiar voice that had been haunting your well-being for the past week. Shit, were you hearing things now? Surely, it was the sleep deprivation acting up.

It can't be.

But then, you turned around, and there he was. General Officer Song, standing in the doorway, looking just as real and solid as ever. His eyes held a mix of concern and determination, and he was carrying a medical kit of his own.

"Mingi?" you whispered, almost afraid that speaking his name would shatter the illusion.

He stepped closer, a gentle smile on his face. "Yes, it's me. I'm here."

To his surprise, you were angry when you realised it was really him and not just a hallucination. "What… in the world are you doing here?" you questioned, your voice filled with frustration and disbelief.

His smile fell. "I came to help—"

You cut him off. "This isn't a joke, Song Mingi! This is serious. People are dying! You shouldn't be here just because you wish to keep pursuing me or anything stupid!"

His expression hardened with determination. "That's exactly why I'm here—because I can't lose you!"

You were left speechless, grappling with the rush of emotions at his sudden presence as well as his words. You felt conflicted, overwhelmed by the happiness that he was really here in the flesh, anger at his recklessness, fear for his survival, and frustration because you wanted so badly to run to him but knew you could not.

After what felt like an eternity, you sighed and tossed him a handkerchief. "Cover your nose and mouth with this at all times. Since you're here, make yourself useful. Get that bag of herbs and come with me. We have no time to waste."

As he opened his mouth to speak, you shot him a warning glare. "Save your breath. If you do not intend to work, please leave."

With a firm nod, he complied, grabbing the bag of herbs and following you into the chaos. Despite the tension, having him there added a strange sense of comfort and determination, and together, you continued to fight the disease that had plagued Guri.

The entire day passed by in a blur, just like the previous ones. There was not a moment of respite as you rushed around, with Mingi following you obediently, doing as he was told without question. Subin and your other colleagues raised surprised brows at his presence, but the situation left no room for teasing or questions.

At the end of the day, even when things had calmed down a little and most villagers were asleep, your work was far from done. You sat by the bed of a small child who was badly affected by the disease, your tired hands rinsing and wringing a towel repeatedly, wiping the sweat from his tiny head over and over to ensure his fever didn’t worsen. Mingi remained by your side, watching you care for the child.

Sensing your lethargic movements, he gently offered, "Here, let me do it." He reached out for the cloth, and you gave in, handing it to him. He took your spot, and you moved aside to make space for him on the bed, finally having the opportunity to take a good look at him since his arrival.

His face was etched with concern and determination, his usual playful demeanour replaced by a steadfast resolve. He worked with a quiet intensity, carefully tending to the child as if his life depended on it. The sight filled you with a mixture of emotions—gratitude, admiration, and a touch of sorrow.

"You shouldn't have come," you whispered, the weight of the day's events pressing down on you. "But... thank you."

He glanced at you, his eyes softening. "I had to. I couldn’t just stay behind knowing you were here, facing this alone."

You sighed, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I'm sorry for the harsh words I said. I was just... worried about you. I still am."

"And I was worried about you," he replied, his voice firm yet gentle. "We’re in this together now. We'll get through it."

Shaking your head, you squeezed your eyes shut. "It's not going to be easy. You don't understand… this, Mingi. This village was once my home. I was born here, and for the first few years of my life, I had a family. Until a plague, one similar to this one, broke out, taking my parents and siblings, leaving me with nothing," you explained, your voice breaking as you finally revealed your past.

He sat, shell-shocked, learning about your tragic history for the first time. He hadn’t known you had endured such a tough life, and it only strengthened his affection and admiration for you. You were even stronger than he had perceived.

"And that's why I was so afraid of seeing you here," you continued, your voice trembling. "Because I… I can't lose you too."

His breath hitched at your words, a moment of silence enveloping the room before he dared to cover your hand gently with his bigger one, whispering a soft, "Really?"

Embarrassed, you cleared your throat and nodded, avoiding his eyes. "Yes, because you're a good friend to me."

He chuckled, nodding in defeat. "Right, of course." He knew better than to expect anything more by now. He was just glad you no longer pushed him away.

That was all that mattered.

The following days settled into the same gruelling routine, but your shoulders undeniably felt lighter with Mingi's presence. His unwavering support and the arrival of the physicians who had raised you and Subin provided much-needed relief. Their presence brought a sense of comfort and familiarity.

On a slower day, the military strategist sat with one of the senior physicians, assisting with brewing medicine. Catching the tall man's eyes glued to your busy figure in the next room, Kyungsoo, who had been like an older brother to you, smiled and remarked, "Quite the workaholic, isn't she? Nothing can stop her from working. She's been that way for as long as we can all remember."

"She really is," Officer Song replied.

Through your mentors, he learned more about your childhood years. Kyungsoo shared stories of how hard you had worked and studied to get where you were, all to repay them for taking you in. Mingi now saw the depth of your dedication and the sacrifices you had made to become the renowned royal physician you are today.

As he watched you tirelessly care for the villagers, a realisation struck him. It might be selfish to want to tie you down in marriage just because he thought he loved you. If he truly loved you, he should let you do what you loved. You had fought so hard to achieve your dreams; how could he possibly take that away from you?

His heart ached as he finally understood the wisdom in His Majesty's words. Maybe you really were not meant to be, not in this life. Perhaps in the next, he thought to himself, his eyes lingering on you with a mixture of admiration and sorrow.

For now, he would support you in the best way he could—by standing by your side, helping you save lives, and cherishing the moments you shared. Because that, he realised, was also a form of love.

You've won, my King. I yield.

You had somehow felt the distance Mingi seemed to be putting between you, no matter how minuscule. You were hyper-aware of him, always had been, so this change, despite how small and unnoticed by the rest, bothered you more than you cared to admit. Was he growing tired of this? Of you? Perhaps he was realising how impossible it was to reach you and was giving up.

And who could blame him, really?

He deserved to be free; free to love another, to love someone who could give him so much more, all the things you never could.

"Hey, everything okay?" Subin asked, noting how you had nearly disposed of a new bandage instead of a used one.

You snapped out of your thoughts, apologising for the mistake as you rubbed your eyes. "Oh, I'm fine. Just tired, that's all."

She sighed, squeezing your shoulder. "It's Officer Song, isn't it?"

You stilled. "Huh? I-I don't know what you're talking about—"

She rolled her eyes, cutting you off. "Save it, unnie. I'm tired of hiding it from you. He's already received permission from His Majesty to pursue you. That's why he's been so bold in his attempts. If you feel the same way about him, then please, for the love of god, stop putting yourself and him through this nonsense any longer."

Your heart pounded as her words sank in. "Permission from His Majesty?" you echoed, disbelief and confusion in your voice.

She nodded firmly. "Yes, my dear friend. He's been allowed to court you on one condition—only if you willingly agree to it. That’s why he’s here, risking his life. He’s doing it all for you. If you care about him even a fraction of how much he cares about you, you need to let him know. This back-and-forth is tearing both of you apart."

You swallowed hard, grappling with the revelation. It felt as if a door had opened, one you had convinced yourself was forever locked.

"But Subin-ah... what if he realises I'm not worth the effort?" you whispered, voicing your deepest fear.

Her eyes softened. "That's not for you to decide. Let him make his own choices. If he’s here, fighting for you, it means you are worth everything to him. Don’t push him away because of your own insecurities. Give him—give yourself—a chance."

Before you could process her words, chaos erupted as sudden screams filled the air, panicked villagers running in all directions. You rushed outside to see what was happening, your heart pounding in your chest. Amid the commotion, you finally caught on to someone yelling, "Fire! Fire! There's a fire in the kitchen!"

Gasping, you spotted billowing black smoke rising from a hut at the back, where the kitchen was situated. Turning to Subin with wide eyes, you began, "I-isn't that where—"

She nodded before you could finish, confirming your fears. "Officer Song and Kyungsoo oppa were brewing medicine!"

Without a second thought, you sprinted towards the kitchen, your mind racing. The heat and smoke intensified with each step closer. Villagers and fellow physicians frantically attempted to extinguish the flames with buckets of water, but the fire raged on.

"Kyungsoo oppa! Mingi-yah!" you shouted, your voice trembling with fear and urgency.

Amid the thick smoke, Kyungsoo stumbled out alone, coughing violently. You rushed to him, desperation gripping your heart. "O-oppa, where is he? Where's Song Mingi?!"

Pointing towards the kitchen, nearly engulfed in flames, the senior physician gasped, "That fool's still in there. He insists on saving the medicine. We need to get him out, now!"

Your heart pounded with dread. "I'll go!" But Kyungsoo grabbed your arm, panic in his eyes. "No, it's too dangerous—"

Ignoring his warning, you darted inside.

Your heart plummeted when you spotted Mingi foolishly attempting to salvage the pot of medicine. "Stop, you idiot! Leave it!" He froze at the sound of your voice, turning to see you. "What are you doing here? Get out, the place is falling apart!"

Rushing up to him, you desperately tugged on his arm. "Not without you!" Yielding to your urgency, he abandoned the medicine and turned to leave with you. But dread washed over him as he noticed the fragile beam above you, threatening to collapse at any moment. Time seemed to slow as he pushed you towards the exit just in time for the debris to crash down in front of him, trapping him inside.

Your cries echoed as you saw him trapped. "No!" He managed a weak smile, feeling the smoke filling his lungs. "I'm sorry, my lady." Tears streamed down your face as you screamed for help, men rushing to save him. Kyungsoo and Subin restrained you, their grip firm as you thrashed against their hold.

"It's okay, he'll be okay," they repeated, their assurances failing to ease the turmoil in your heart. When they finally emerged, carrying his unconscious body, relief washed over you, but it was quickly replaced by a profound sense of guilt and regret.

God, you were such a fool. How could you have been so blind to his importance in your life? Why did you take him for granted, making him wait for so long?

"Wake up, Song Mingi! Please, listen to me," you pleaded, your voice trembling with emotion. "I remembered everything, okay? I never forgot about you, not for a single moment. I'm sorry for lying, for pushing you away. But I accept it now—I want to be with you. Please... don't leave me."

Amidst your sobs against his chest, you halted as you felt his hand tenderly stroking your head. Lifting your gaze to meet his, you found him smiling weakly down at you.

"Wow, I never thought I'd hear those words," he murmured softly.

"So, that's your secret, huh? Faking your own death to get the girl?" Junghoon quipped, wearing a mischievous grin. Mingi let out an exasperated sigh and playfully smacked the younger man on the back of the head. "Faked my death? I nearly died," he retorted.

Junghoon raised a sceptical brow. "Yes, but did you die though?"

"I swear to god, you rascal—" Mingi's fist hovered in the air threateningly until you appeared, hands on your hips.

"Excuse me, no violence is permitted in the medical hall. If you two want to settle this, take it to the training grounds," you scolded.

The military strategist turned to you with a pout, attempting to play innocent. "But, my angel, I brought you lunch."

You rolled your eyes. "Alright. What's Junghoonie doing here then?"

The apprentice eagerly showed you his sprained ankle. "I actually got hurt, noona. Unlike someone, I don't fake my injuries."

Before Mingi could retaliate, you quickly summoned a colleague to tend to Junghoon, then dragged your idiot away, much to his chagrin. "That's enough, you baby."

"Yes, I'm your baby."

A month had passed since the plague in the village was eradicated. It was after the fire, that you managed to find a quiet moment with Mingi and poured out your heart to him. To your surprise, he didn't immediately respond with joy.

"Are you sure this is what you truly want?" he had asked, his expression serious. "Because I could never ask you to choose me over your career if it's more important to you."

His words struck a chord deep within you, revealing the depth of his love and understanding. He wasn't seeking to possess you but to ensure your happiness, even if it meant letting you go.

In that moment, you realised that this man was worth loving, worth everything. He had waited patiently for years, only to ask you that question when he finally had you.

In response, you didn't need to speak. Your answer was a simple and direct kiss to his lips, conveying all your love, gratitude, and certainty in that one tender moment.

Upon your return from Guri, you promptly sought an audience with His Majesty. There, you expressed your desire to be with Mingi. Needless to say, the soft-hearted King who had been secretly rooting for you both did not take too long to agree.

Granting you the freedom to be courted by the military strategist, the King also bestowed his blessing for marriage, should you both deem it the right path. With a sense of relief, you exchanged grateful glances with your lover. It marked the beginning of a new chapter, brimming with hope and love, as you eagerly anticipated embarking on this journey together.

"I still can't believe you're meant to be the coolest and most renowned military strategist in all of Joseon. If only the people knew what an adorable little princess you could be," you chuckled, playfully feeding Mingi a spoonful of rice as he attempted to fashion you a new handkerchief, boasting about his newfound skills learned from his dressmaker friend.

"Oh wow, is that really how you thank your devoted future husband, who's putting all this effort into making something special for you?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with affection as he reached for another piece of cloth, determined to create something perfect for you.

You snickered mischievously. "Alright, princess, how about this? You handle the cooking and cleaning, and I'll be the queen of the castle, bringing home the gold. Deal?"

He stared at you, unamused. Leaning in, you stole a kiss from his lips, and in that moment, his resistance melted away. "Ugh fine, I suppose that doesn't sound too bad," he admitted with a playful sigh.

Anything for you, my angel.

You couldn't contain your laughter at his surrender, eagerly returning his affection as he leaned in for another kiss.

Sometimes, it's astonishing how, despite years of separation, no matter how distant you've become or how impossible it seemed to reunite, you always find each other again. It's as if your paths were meant to intersect once more, as though guided by the stars.

You were destined to find each other.

Lord, I did not plan for this to be so long. I'm so sorry this part took like a thousand years and I sincerely hope it was decent! I've managed to include all the details I came up with but am somehow not too happy with the delivery (then again, when am I not unsatisfied with my own work lmfao).

More importantly, I cannot believe I now have 2k followers😭 thank you all so much! I cannot wait to finish Jongho and Yeosang's spinoffs and then work on more new stuff!

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[wintersera]

ever so loving leader

succubus! fem reader x aespa karina

summary: succubus!reader needing to relieve her hunger/lust by having some silly fun times 😊 (SEX) with her beloved leader.

notes: it didn’t mean to come out this late 😭 but i was pretty busy because of my vacation. anyways here it is.

cw: SMUT, mentions of aphrodisiac, oral (giving/receiving), strap karina? (uses of the word cock as strap), face riding, thigh riding, scissoring, pussy slaps 🤭, use of toys, mostly sub reader, mostly dom karina.

word count: 3.3k

before you had debuted in aespa, being a trainee under sm entertainment made feeding easy. with many impressionable, desperate, stressed, and touch-deprived trainees around the same age, as you were, access to feeding came easy. but in your current situation you couldn’t do that unless you were looking for a huge scandal to hit you.

it's due time for succubus feeding in the dorms. as close as you are with the members of your group, none of them know your true succubus identity, and thats for a good reason. unfortunately, it's daytime and you're feeling extra hungry today. you know you can’t go outside to feed you know… feeding requires you to have sex with someone, anyone, and you know that dispatch would surely be targeting your ass as soon as you step outside of the apartment you and your members live in. you wander around the dorm feeling groggy and extremely horny, but continue your pace around the dorms thinking about what the actual hell you should do about the situation. silence washes over the dorm as you think of anything to help you relieve your hunger. who would be willing to help you currently

hmm, it’s not like the manager would be willing to fuck me… and looking for someone in broad daylight would be downright stupid. what the fuck am i thinking about…

you pause for a minute, hearing the door lock behind you sensing a pair of eyes at the back of your head. you turn around and you’re met with a taller figure standing a few centimetres behind you.

“unnie? you came back quite early” oh… this is NOT GOOD FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? FUCK???

karina, who had just come back from the gym, was standing at the door frame with her tight fitting gym clothes on. hair tied up loosely exposing her neck in the hottest way possible. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about all the things she could do to you right now. thoughts like this would often occur, your mind having the tendency to drift into delusions about her dragging you to the nearest empty practice room to simply fuck the ever living shit out of you during rehearsal with the others. it made you feel sort of guilty, but surely she felt the same as you? i mean, you’d often catch her taking quick glances at you whenever you’d practice the choreography for your songs, but maybe that's just the leader in her. you always knew she had sharp eyes so maybe it was just your perverse brain that made you think that’s staring at you with lust in her eyes, but maybe that’s not the case. it’s not like you can help thinking about it anyway, you're a succubus.

as you’re reminded of your hunger growing, the need you have for the taller girl grows too strong for you to control. you have an idea, not so much a good one but oh well, you’d rather do this than suffer effects from not feeding, even if it means that your relationship with your leader would be a tad bit awkward maybe even broken with the way your thinking… whatever you’re hungry. gears turning, almost audibly, in your head. how would you convince your ever so loving leader to help you? disregarding your rationality you shoot a quick glance at your leader pulling her hand sliding it under your shirt. your unexpected action confusing the absolute hell out of her.

“rina…” a desperate sigh falling from your lips. “i know- maybe this is too much to ask of you, but can you please help me?”

a deep red decorates her cheeks, words fumbling out of her mouth. poor karina is left so confused. “what exactly do you mean by help, y/nie?” ignoring your obvious intentions ,she asks, concern laced in her tone. “what do you need? are you feeling alright? you’ve been pacing around the room for- quite a while now”you find her genuine concern for you endearing and somewhat… arousing- lost in thought. the word ‘help’ clanging through her head. trying her best as your leader, she doesn’t know what to do. sticking with her coherency would be best but you’re in desperate need of help right? it’s not like she can deny her youngest member.

“oh just… well… karina please just have sex with me? please?” the shock on her face as you say that? humorous, of course, cute as well. you’d be surprised at how red a person can get. already blushing profusely, her entire face flushes brighter than before it’s honestly so arousing seeing your leader all worked up.

looking attentively at your meek figure. her breath hitches, followed by a quiet gulp. the thought of ‘helping’ you intrigues her and to your surprise she obliges without hesitation. guiding you to the single room she occupies, secretly thanking god she doesn’t room with the other girls. the air is thick. rather than awkward, the room is filled with tension. you and her standing there in a room without any word or noise, for a split second you swear you could see maths equations scattered around her head. she takes a deep breath, relaxes herself and cups your cheek in one swift move.

“y/nie? Are you sure this is what you want?” how could she be so sweet? after the vulgarity, and especially abruptness, of your words and thoughts. all you could do is just stare her in the eyes and nod your head slowly. this is exactly what you want. before you is your leader, someone you adore, look up to and love so much. someone you’ve spent countless hours and days with, training and practicing together from dusk till dawn and now you’re here, so close to each other, inches away from kissing. the warmth of her breath hitting your lips. nothing apart from sex banging in your mind you take your hand and place it on the hand shes using to cup your face. letting yourself fall onto her bed, dragging her with you. hovering over you her expression plastered in what seems like arousal. well you’re not sure since its dark but the way she stares at you gives you the ‘okay’ so you, once again, drag her, but this time by the neck, forcefully smashing your lips together. messy wet sounds coming from both of your mouths as your kisses become heated. grasping at her neck whilst she’s breathing heavily as she kisses you as if she’s intoxicated off of your presence alone. as if it wasn’t enough she blesses you with her touch, feeling up and down your sides drawing shapes into your burning skin. it felt like your whole body was laced in aphrodisiac, feeling this good from just a simple kiss was simply crazy to you but it was so so long since you last did this with someone you admired, possibly even loved. why does this feel so good? although flushed at her own explicit actions she proceeds her attack on your body, her hands leaving the warmth of your cheek, undoing your bra with one hand and lifting up your shirt exposing you chest to the cold air, eyes gleaming at the sight of your bare breasts in front of her only a few centimetres away from her hands.

“am i allowed to go further?” innocently asking as if she wasn’t the one to lift up your shirt. wanting to do nothing but pleasure you in this moment she licks her lips waiting for your approval. gazing at her figure you nod your head, too excited to even speak up for yourself. she proceeds carefully, resting one palm caressing and fondling your skin sending electricity coursing through your system while the other hand pinches and twists at your nipple. parting her lips once more she lets you into her, desperate moans escaping her pretty lips again. the noises she makes filling your body with pure bliss, who would know that a simple passionate kiss from her could fill up your insatiable hunger for sex.

holding you under the shoulders making you straddle on top of her thighs parting your legs, core meeting the skin of her thigh. you bite down on your lip, lowering yourself slowly until theres enough pressure against your clit. steadying yourself by holding one of her shoulders and the other hand stabilising yourself on her bedsheet. she continues to kiss your lips, feeling her passion through each move, parting her mouth, biting the bottom of your lip and feeling her tongue search around the insides of your mouth. breath catching in your throat, you move back and forth rocking your hips rhythmically into her.

“does.. does this feel good?” suddenly breaking the kiss, your eyes already adjusted to the darkness you gaze at her dazed face, eyes half lidded as she’s panting heavily ,arousal apparent in her appearance. you take note of her disheveled hair, strands falling out of the once loose ponytail she had just a few minutes ago.

“it- it feels so good” closing your eyes as you let the pleasure course through your body. pushing yourself further into her as you grind on her harder than you were before. “feels t-too good” whimpering and stuttering out the words. observing the way you sway on her as you pleasure yourself she lends a helpful hand moving one hand from your breast and onto your hips allowing her to direct your grinding on her leg.

“move like this” she instructs, guiding your hips in a circular motion. you whine at the sensation, feeling the friction on your clothed clit even better than when she wasn’t holding you close. calling your name out breathlessly “y/n-” enjoying the way you writhe under her touch “you’re so cute you know that right?” unable to speak, you nod your head again. why does it feel so fucking good? writhing and shaking under her from the simplest of things, words, touches, motions. she’s so unbelievably attractive words cannot describe how badly you want her to take full control of you in this moment.

“you know what would feel even better” her voice ever so slightly trembling, looking at her with curiosity “let me do this for you” with haste she moves your panties aside letting your wetness spread across her milky white thighs. overwhelmed by the rawness of your clit pressing against your leaders thigh, a tightness in your stomach forms. throwing your head back, mouth slacked open as you grip onto her shirt biting down on your bottom lip, ensuring that you wont scream her name out loud. your pace begins to hasten, hips thrusting harder and harder into her, her fingers digging into your plush skin helping you ride.

“karina- gonna cum” you feel your inevitable high getting closer. upon hearing this karina grabs your hips harder pressing you closer into her. the sounds of your wet cunt and your guttural moans echoing through the dorm reverberating back into your head. feeling your climax rush through your body, you launch yourself into the crook of karina's neck biting down hard on her shoulder, muffled cries ripping out from your throat as your legs twitch from the intensity of your orgasm. moving your hips in lazy circles, karina kisses the top of your head riding out your high. “fuck that felt so good unnie” you comment as she adjusts you and herself so that you’re now sitting in front of eachother.

oddly enough she stares at you, not saying a word. snapping out of your high you panic “wait fuck, are you okay? was i being too needy oh my god i’m so sorry” you say frantically realising that you’re hunger caused you to act out in a horny daze, even though you still are. the latter finding it difficult to formulate a sentence until she coughs and speaks up.

“no it’s not that, don’t worry about that it’s just….” a hand scratching the back of her neck, words trailing off as if there’s something on her mind “your eyes are kinda glowing pink? i don’t know… and you have a tail?”

“OH, that?” you forgot to explain to her. congrats you idiot.

“what do you mean that?”

“i should’ve told you a while ago but i’m a succubus” tilting her head in confusion the idol lost in thought. “it’s like a um.. sex demon kinda thing. it’s hard to explain but i swear it’s nothing horrible. like i won’t curse you or anything please don’t worry. i just need to do this every so often and i’ll be fine” you explain the intricacies of what exactly a succubus is to her, seeing how she reacts to how explicit some things can get, piques her interests. she subtly grins, a few thoughts running across her mind.

already having sex with you she’s gained some confidence in her actions, although still somewhat shy about it “can i ask you for a favour in that case?” still as polite as ever. “ride my face.. please?” breathlessly whispering out her fantasy.

karina shuffles herself onto her back giving you a sweet smile as she beckons you towards her face, tapping the tip of her lips signalling for you to place your pussy in her mouth. sitting up from where you were you shuffle over to her, steadying yourself with you arms you hover over her. feeling the same pair of eyes scan over your practically dripping pussy. your leader wrapping her arms around your thighs pulling you eagerly onto her tongue, licking long strips from your folds to your clit.

“oh god fuck- feels good“ the sudden pleasure making you topple over. you place a hand on her head, entangling her hair, while the other hand steadies your body on the headboard in front of you. grinding on her face like you grinded on her thighs previously, speedily trying to reach you climax again. unknown to you she uses her free hand, snaking its way across your hips to your hole, wetness assisting her entry into your cunt whilst she hurriedly sucks on your hard nub. pumping two fingers in and out of your pussy, she groans at how wet you are.

“mmmfgh, so wet for me, so good” muffled praises creating low vibrations on your clit sending you into ecstasy. her praise making you feel warm but undeniably crazy. already feeling your high coming again you grab her hair forcing her to stay where she is, shouting and screaming for her not to stop and to stay in the exact position her head is located. you continue to fiercely fuck her face, karinas tongue messily licking as she pounds your pussy with fervor. close, oh you’re so so close to cumming every inch of you body being engulfed with immense pleasure. with teary eyes, a few tears falling down. you cum hard, screaming and gripping on the headboard like your life depends on it. exhausted, you drop next to her on the bed, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath.

still, your appetite is still there. mind only now focusing on having the same exact orgasm multiple times you turn your head to whisper in her ear “karina…please ruin me” commanding her to destroy you. swallowing her breath she gets up and walks to her dresser where she takes out her strap. wait when did she have a strap? and why does she have one??? not that you really care anyways but when did this happen? taking off her clothes leaving her completely naked she adjusts the straps around her legs you almost drooling at the way it looks on her. her black strap complementing her black hair exuding an lustrous aura around her although juxtaposed by her current bashful nature.

she looks too good to just let her stand there, so you sit up from the bed and kneel before her grasping the shaft of her cock. “let me return the favour” opening your mouth wide, letting her cock enter your mouth. of course, she doesn’t really feel it but the image of you on your knees sucking her off turns her on badly. at most you could call it phantom pleasure. gripping your head she pushes you closer to her hips making you gag around the plastic.

satisfied with your job, you return back to the bed waiting patiently for her to fill your cunt up a, happy grin plastered on your fucked out face. crawling over to you ,she comfortably makes her way in between your legs hooking both of them around her waist, teasing the tip of her cock at your entrance you wince at the coldness of it. first off she starts out slow, dragged out thrusts and sloppy kisses leaving countless hickeys on your neck. finally picking up her speed she pounds into you hard, wet sounds escaping from both her mouth and the friction between the two of you. “you’re taking me so so good y/n, fuck-“ gripping your waist again she takes one hand off, slapping your pussy, mewls and tiny squeels coming out each time she slaps you. on the verge of cumming once more she decides to take it up a notch, fetching a rogue vibrator and pressing it against your clit. it’s like at this moment she’s done a complete 180°

“FUCK? ah- karina it fee-“ cutting your words off your mind goes blank, again, orgasm ripping through you like crazy but she doesn’t stop there. still pounding into your abused cunt she fucks non stop. your nails digging into her back screaming and crying for her to calm down for just a second but she still continues. unable to process another mind fucking orgasm your jaw is left wide open, eyes rolled back, back arching, nails dragging down her back leaving red streaks. incoherent sentences rolling off your tongue, only things decipherable being curses and praise.

fucked out of your mind you stare at her shadowy form. returning from wherever the hell that orgasm sent you, you reach out for her. feeling guilty for all the hard work she’s done from fucking you good, you might as well help her get off. watching as she takes off her strap you flip her over as soon as it slides off her. with your new found energy, you take her leg and throw it over your shoulder immediately connecting both of your cunts together.

returning back to her bashful nature she covers her face with one of her arms whilst her other hand reaches for the sheets. knuckles turning white from gripping on tightly , her pretty tits bouncing from each thrust. pulling her thigh closer to your body you grind slowly on her, clits hitting each other perfectly sending waves of pleasure.“p-please go faster, y/n…” crying out at the slow pace you were going at. desperate for more she raises her hips higher in an attempt to earn more friction. wanting to give her a reward for helping you as you indulge in her request, grinding on faster. the burning stimulation driving you both crazy, you knew she was going to cum her thighs already trembling from her long awaited orgasm. the climax taking over her whole entire body, legs spasming as tears drop from her eye. spilling various amounts of thank you’s accompanied by her pitched moans still unconsciously bucking her hips into yours sending you into your final orgasm.

licking your lips full from the energy you gained (or drained 🤭) from her, you collapse on top of her giggling. “jesus christ i didn’t know you had it in you unnie, maybe next time i’m hungry you can help me out again?” you say as you lie down next to her, panting heavily.

“anything for you, y/n. just make sure the other members know about your identity so they can be prepared” ah… what is she implying?

[facefullofsadness]

Can I request sub!Sakura x soft!dom!reader? Basically fluff smut (-_-")

sakura unnie being just the submissive bby girl she truly is 🥰

content - loser gamer!sakura (bc she literally is just a loser who happens to be an idol u can't change my mind), smut (cunnilingus, corruption kink kinda but not really inflicted, reader is a lil intoxicated), fluff (I guess? like kinda?)

wc - 2148 (might've gotten carried away...)

sakura is a sensitive girlie.

and this doesn't just apply to in bed but in real life too. when you first met her, she was so shy and jumpy. seeing her at a pc café with the cat ear headphones she brought from home, wearing glasses, gray sweatpants, and a graphic tee way too oversized for her small body.

going up to her because u recognized her from your biochem class, asking if she did the homework yet.

"oh uh, hi, you know my name? uhm, sorry I'm a mess. wait a second, sorry," kura would stumble over her words, balancing her focus between the pretty girl talking to her and the intense league match she had going on.

sigh, how fucking adorable.

the way you grazed her shoulder with the tips of your fingers as you *intently* watched as she tried not to feed the enemy team (failing by the way). your focus was more on the way sakura's body tensed at the gentle contact.

it flicked a switch in your brain watching her bite down hard on her lip, trying so hard not to break in front of you. this only whirred you on, needing to see her desperate. and so you made it your goal to make this girl yours, in every way.

wooing her (easily bc pretty girl) into becoming your girlfriend, making her feel so loved and special, making her feel like you were the only person in the world for her. yes of course you loved her truly, but the switch that was on in your head always shone a light so bright that reminded you of how obsessed you were with the submissive aspects of this girl.

starting tame in your relationship, holding hands, cupping her cheeks and rubbing your thumbs against them, planting soft and gentle kisses on her, giving her sweet cuddles. it would eventually progress into brushing fingers against her sensitive waist, hearing as kura would release shaky breaths at the contact, deep and passionate makeout sessions where she would be breathless and sweaty under you, kissing and leaving dark marks on her neck and across her chest which would have her whining, trying to push you away because god how embarrassing it felt to be so small against you.

seeing her face so flushed pink and eyes dazed after an intimate moment drove you insane. you absolutely just needed to see more. and so when the first time you guys had sex, you had to remind yourself not to take it too far. after all, she's still your lovely sweet loser girlfriend who wouldn't hurt a fly (mostly because she's probably too scared of it).

and by sex, I mean eating out your precious girlfriend while she was gaming. you had gotten a little tipsy that night, drinking by yourself in the living room, dragging your body into kura's bedroom where she was focused in on a match of overwatch. too buzzed to act interested in her game, you pull yourself onto her lap and nestled your face into her neck.

you smiled against her skin as you felt the girl's breath hitch at the sudden gesture, your hot breath hitting her sensitive spot.

"y/n baby, I'm k-kinda busy right n-now..." she'd stutter, losing focus.

you shush her, planting wet kisses against her jaw and neck, "keep playing kura, don't worry about me. just focus."

the cogs in your brain speed and your heartbeat races with the corruptive thoughts running through your head. you feel yourself heat up at the need to feel her fall apart against you, shaking in your hold. hearing her shaky voice make callouts to her teammates over comms, your greedy hands brushing her sides and trailing her abdomen, mouth leaving wet spots across her exposed collarbone.

you moan against her skin, her body so tense when you touch her, exciting you more than you think is possible. though you wanted to be patient and gentle with her when it comes to intimate moments like this, in your drunken state, it was hard to think straight. and so it slips your mind when your hands trail up to cusp her tits, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples in circles.

your brain short circuits when you hear her whimper right against your ear, kissing her on the cheek and grinding down against her core. you push one of the headphone muffs back, whispering in her ear.

"do you like that baby, like when I touch your naughty little body like this? like when I grind against your aching pussy like that?" you rasp breathily, biting the lobe of her ear and chuckling lowly.

one of her hands fly off of the keyboard and quickly mute her mic, bringing her hand to tangle her fingers with your hair.

"ahhh fuck, y/n-ie, I'm.. that feels so.. ahh," sakura can't contain the moans slipping out of her mouth easily as your grinding continues and your fingers pinch at her hardened buds.

you pull your face away from her heaving chest and bring your lips to grace her own lips, "baby, why'd you stop playing? be a good girl and win for me."

how evil, sakura must be thinking in that little head of hers, clouded with lust.

she whines needily against your lips and you kiss her sweetly in response, "c'mon baby, I'll reward you if you listen to me."

and so she gulps and nods, leaning forward against you before unmuting and returning back to the game. hm, how easy it is to control you my love, you think sinisterly.

pulling ur hands away and getting off of her, looking up at her darting eyes, full of nervousness and excitement, you smirk at the sight. you bring your hands up to the waistband of her sweats, untying the knot and slowly pulling them down.

your eyebrows raise when you see how dark her panties have gotten, wet and practically soaked with arousal.

"you DO like this baby, don't you? looks like a little too much, what do you think?" you bite your lip as you drag a single finger across the whole length of her slit, feeling how damp her underwear truly is.

she whimpers uncontrollably above you, clamping her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the headrest, trying so hard to hold back. you just know her hands are gripped tightly into fists as you press your thumb firmly against her clit through the cloth.

"guys please, we're so close," sakura begs her teammates to wrap up the game, almost a double entendre to your ears.

you look up at her sweetly and innocently, "or take your time my love, I can wait."

she peers down to look at you and frowns, eyes welling up and face scrunched with pleasure. aww, my poor baby, she wants you to stop teasing so bad and just let her fucking cum.

you hook your fingers around her panties and pull them down to pool at her ankles with her sweatpants. you pull her to the edge of her gamer chair by her thighs, your strong grip pushing apart her legs.

"you'll get what you need so bad when you win," god you're so mean :(((

she's aching so bad, the way you can physically see her hole clench around nothing, just by your words and the sheer amount of arousal that courses through her. you can't just let her go untouched, so when you throw her panties and sweats off of her ankles and to the side, lifting her legs to rest on top of your shoulders, hearing her squeal at the movement, and hotly breathe out onto her core, you go dizzy. you swear you're probably much more fucking soaked in your underwear than she is by how turned on you were by the effects you had on her.

none of that mattered right now though, all that did matter and the only thing you focused on was sakura. your precious sakura and her leaking hole. you couldn't resist anymore, diving in and sucking her entrance directly, using your tongue to lap at all the juices that she produced messily all over her pussy.

"fuck y/n!" she moaned, not caring about the game and throwing an arm over her face, hiding behind it.

"shhh, play," you'd mumble against her, flicking your wet muscle on her bundle of nerves.

"I-I can't baby..." kura whined, hearing her start to sob.

no no, couldn't have your baby suffer now could you?

"you can do it, go kura, make me proud," you'd caress her legs sweetly, moving away from her center and kissing her trembling thighs.

"we.. I'm almost, d-done," she shakily said.

at that moment, you heard cheering explode from her headphones, sakura throwing them off and muting her mic.

her hands would fly to gripping one of your hands around her thighs and your hair, "y/n, please please please, god please it hurts so bad."

looking up at her pained and desperate expression, you smiled again, "don't worry, I'll give you your reward my good girl."

diving in greedily finally, thrusting your tongue into her hole, making the most graphic wet noises from your needy mouth and her leaking pussy. the girl above you uncontrollably moaning out your name, gripping your hand and hair tightly, it hurt.

it didn't matter to you as the juice on your tongue was so delicious, the whines filling your ears sounded like music, and the body you held was trembling with pleasure. you closed your eyes as you dug your wet muscle into her and brushed your nose against her clit.

"baby ahh! fuck fuck fuck, yes yes, please don't stop, please god, it feels sosososo good y/n, I beg you, your mouth is insane," sakura would ramble mindlessly.

you listened, being crazily pussy drunk, not being able to breathe but not caring, borderline deep throating her pussy with how deep you dug your face into her. being so horny yourself, grinding against the air and panting into her. your fingers gripped painfully against her thighs, forgetting your entire plan to treat her caringly.

not that sakura seemed to mind, her head was thrown back and mouth hung wide open, eyes rolled back and screaming out profanities with your name. her hand in your hair pushed you deeper into her, grinding her hips desperately against you.

you loosened your grip slightly to let her fuck your face. you wanted to see her lose control because of you badly, so you opened your eyes to look up at her, and you swear you could cum on the spot just by how sinful the sight was. you moaned deeply into her pussy, the vibrations making sakura go insane, her body started to thrash and jolt, humping your face even more.

you slurped hungrily at her, losing any thoughts of technique and simply eating her out how you needed to. after all, kura doesn't care and grinds against your face rabidly, everything feels too fucking good to think.

"CUMMING, CUMMING!" she'd scream out, grip on you tightening even more.

"cum for me," you try mumbling as much as you could, airways practically blocked with her pussy.

sakura's body convulses, shaking with a screaming orgasm, juices squirting from her and drenching your face, chest, and clothes. you almost drown at the contact, but drink all the arousal that escapes.

her body stops violently jolting, only jerking every now and then from the aftershocks of the mindblowing climax she just came from. you release your tight grip as she does also, caressing her thighs softly, and kissing all over her sensitive core and legs. poor baby is completely gone, dazed and exhausted. you pull away from her pussy but make your way up to her face, never fully ripping away from her.

cupping her face and looking at her spent figure. chest raising and falling, mouth open, drool leaking out, cheeks stained with tears, body limp, thighs marked red, neck littered with hickies, her eyes half-lidded, and mumbling.

"y/n-ie, I'm can't," you giggle at how fucked out she is.

the throbbing at your core hurts honestly, but you ignore it, carrying your baby girl off of the chair and onto her bed. your clothes were soaked with her juices, looking back at her desk and seeing remnants of it there too. you'd clean it later, what matters is taking care of your girlfriend now.

"you did so well baby, you can rest," you'd whisper comfortingly in her ear, kissing her lips softly.

"do you want me to get you water? I can run the bath for you?" you offer, rubbing your hands sweetly over her red thighs.

"no, need you here," she'd say, pulling you into a cuddle, passing out on the spot.

you smile and place a peck on sakura's forehead, "okay."

need her so bad...

[myouicieloz]

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Huh Yunjin x 6th member!reader

Synopsis: you can’t take your eyes off her, specially when she’s dancing. thankfully, yunjin makes sure to put up a show for you.

Warnings: suggestivee. safe for work ma babes ^^

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: I SHALL PERSEVERE. fuckass writers block 😤. i will noooooot proofread this ^^

“Oh my God. Are you ok?” Yunjin asks, turning her attention away from her choreography as soon as she catches you desperately choking on water.

You throw your phone on the other side of the couch— as well as the bottle you were holding, in hopes of controlling the coughing fit that has you shaking rather violently. Still trying to gasp for air, you manage to nod, thumbs up to let Yunjin know you’ll most likely live.

“Just fine.” Your voice comes in between breaths, still accompanied by weakened coughs. “I drank too much at once.”

She giggles, walking towards the couch so you can sit side by side. You make sure to grab your phone back so your bandmate doesn’t reckon the cause of your coughing fit: scrolling through TikTok, you found a fan cam of the red-haired girl performing at their showcase just days ago.

Her bare waist, tight cropped and low-waisted jeans were enough for you to breathe in deeply, looking anywhere in the empty room but at her; carefully to not be reminded of the sin that was your bandmate’s body. Not only that, but the way she moved, too— sharp and flawless, skilled as she played with her hair and bit her lip while looking at the damn camera. Yunjin is well aware of how hot she is, and she sure as hell makes good use of that when performing.

It’s torture.

“Are you sure?” She frowns, and it’d be adorable if your mind wasn’t clouded by how she’d react if you just pushed her down the small sofa and ruined her relentlessly until someone had to barge in, worried about the screams coming from the room— only to find her whimpering under your touch, begging for more. “Your face is all flushed, and your skin feels hot. Y/n, are you sick?”

You shake your head, doing your best to duck from your bandmate’s attentive touches. It’s comforting to have her hand cupping your cheek, but her touches are electrifying. A single brush of her fingers is and your heart skips a beat, along with a familiar ache that starts growing in your core.

“It’s nothing, unnie. Don’t worry.” Her smile is so pretty. She loves to be loved by you. “You might want to take a small break, though. Come on, you’ve been here for hours already! Don’t push yourself too hard.” You offer, even though it’s obvious she’s going to decline. Yunjin’s too much of a perfectionist, so much so that it’s incredibly common to find her in that same practice room during late hours of the night, rehearsing the group’s choreography so she’ll be nothing but perfect once they go on stage.

The hate train Lesserafim’s been receiving has been getting to her, you know it as much. It’s easy to see in her chapped-off nails, disheveled hair, and how she never stays still, due to the amount of coffee she consumes on a single day. She’s too hard on herself, and you wish she’d open up more. How much better would it be if she just didn’t bottle it up so much, and relied on you instead? You’re bandmates, after all.

Touchy as she’s always been, Yunjin grabs your hand and leads you to the middle of the dance room, in front of the mirror. You’re left standing awkwardly, with a confused face until she rushes back with a chair. “Actually, I needed your help with something.” She gestures for you to sit, which you do. “It’s my turn to record something for TikTok, and manager-im asked it to be a dancing piece. Can you tell me if it’s good?”

You gulp when she launches her jacket lazily onto the ground, setting up her song of choice on her phone. The beat starts slow as the singer’s sweet voice echoes through the room, and Yunjin walks towards you in unhurried, precise steps. There’s not enough air, with all your mind clogged by her, and you can feel the slick dripping from your cunt. Once she finally reaches you… it’s insane. Her fingers brush your collarbone, the shadow of a proper touch has you shivering as she places both of her hands on your elbows and pushes herself down, her hips swirling just as the melody drags on— you can’t do anything but hold her by the hips, adding pressure to her rocking back and forth in your lap.

Her covered cunt brushes against yours and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever experienced; it feels heavenly, to have the friction just right where you need it. Yunjin’s arms go up in an arched movement, leaving her pretty neck all exposed. It’d be so easy to just push her in and suck on her porcelain skin until no makeup could hide such hickeys. Along with the song, she breathes in, which rides her crop top enough that you can see her lack of a bra.

It’s borderline painful: the way her actions lit your body on fire, the desperate need for more, the way she does a hair flip, still so attentive to the music you don’t even hear anymore. The only bang in your head comes from the pleasure building up down in your lower abdomen, waiting. Anticipating.

Yunjin grabs you by the neck just as the chorus hits, brushing her mouth against yours. She makes her way down to your neck, teasing her teeth against your clavicle whilst her other hand toys with the hem of your sweatpants, tapping in the right rhythm. “Do you want it?”

“More than anything.” Your response comes immediately. You’re soaked, and there’s nothing more in the world you want more than for her to touch you. “Please, Jen… Want your fingers inside.”

Yunjin is always eager to please, and you’re so glad for that. Her hand makes her way past your panties, and she smirks once she’s met with the mess you’ve made. “Does my dancing turn you on that much?” Her sultry tone does nothing but entice your moans, “Oh, Y/n… that’s pathetic.”

In any other situation, you’d give her mockery an answer just as filthy. But as her fingers brush your slit, gathering slick as Yunjin uses your juices to press her thumb on your clit, you can only muster a loud whine. Tangling your arms under her neck, you lift your hips a bit further, in hopes of having more.

More. It’s all you want. You need more.

“Jen, f-fuck. Please, I need—“ Two of her fingers enter your cunt unannounced, making you grasp. Yunjin’s movements are just as precise as her choreography, thrusting in and helping with the ache in your pussy right where you need it.

You’re not proud of how lewd you sound, all at your bandmate’s mercy as she fastens her pace on your dripping sex. She’s still in your lap, and the combined pressure feels just perfect.

Yunjin’s mouth leaves a trail of kisses in the valley of your boobs, her wet, cherry lips enticing the fire in your body. “I know what you need, baby. Just let go for me, you can do it.”

One command of hers and the tingling sensation that has been building up in your body explodes, allowing you to feel the wave of pleasure you’ve been so eagerly anticipating from the moment you entered the room. You cum with a high cry, with Yunjin’s fingers going even faster as you ride out from your orgasm. It’s not enough, though — you still need more. You think she’s going to give it to you, but your friend’s fingers retreat completely.

Yunjin’s left you a breathless mess, hot and bothered and just so desperate to have her in any way as you stare at her, hopeless and confused.

“Why’d you stop?” You whine, puting.

Yunjin laughs at the sight of your puppy eyes, so big and watery from frustration.

“Because that was it.” Her answer is resolute as if she didn’t make you cum seconds prior. With a fake frown, she adds, “Should I post it? Is it good enough?”

Taking a deep breath, you bite your lip as your hands find their way to her waist, bringing her to your lap once again. Even the smallest amount of friction _hurts_, from how horny you are, and you wince.

Noticing your struggles, Yunjin giggles as she leaves small, wet kisses on your jaw. You decide to play coy, too, “Not at all. In fact, I think you need a lot more practice. Go again, from the beginning… please?”

Yunjin laughs so hard she drops her head back, pinching your nose. “Sure, baby. I think so too.”

You kiss her again, exploring your way into her pretty mouth as your hands lift her shirt, groping her tits. Yunjin makes an effort to be perfect, and you’re so glad for her hard work.

“Oh, and Y/n?” She calls you, her tone all innocent. Yunjin’s lips are addicting, and she’s such a good kisser… it’s nearly impossible to focus on anything else. You hum in acknowledgment, and that seems to be enough for her, “You should lower your phone’s brightness before watching my thirsty edits, next time.”

You’d for sure choke again, if it weren’t for her devious laugh, silencing your shock with her sultry movements on your lap.

[beetlejuicyy]

Hi again, lovely! Would it be alright to please request Bada x F! Idol reader with smut at the end? Where they've been together for years and are engaged but keeped it private. But then reader decides to surprise Bada at the SWF 2 final to support her and when Bebe wins, Bada can't hold back and runs to reader picking her up and kissing her, shocking everyone, that's how they reveal their relationship to the world. And maybe afterwards  they have their own private celebration at home after team bebes win.

The Winner Takes It All

Pairing: Bada x reader

Synopsis: you attend the swf2 final show to support your very secret fiancée. she decides to spill the secret in front of everyone

Warnings: fluff, only suggestive at the end sorry anon :'(

Note: i just realized that for me it's common sense that the reader is always a girl? that's why i never feel the need to mention it above there but i realized it might not be the case for everyone? so to clarify BADARI IS FOR THE GIRLIES!!!

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You’ve never thought about getting married, let alone this young. The whole ‘you haven’t met the right man’ rhetoric was the most annoying thing you’ve ever heard in your life. Because you had to meet the right woman. In the span of your six year relationship, Bada had managed to change your entire perspective. In particular, the most impressive thing she did was getting you engaged last year. You didn’t expect it, although she would drop hints and questions here and there to find out if you would say yes. She didn’t want to pressure you but the moment had to be special, unforgettable and most of all a surprise. Of course you said yes.

It didn’t mean that your relationship went public, though. You were quite comfortable with having your closest people only know. You had her only to yourself. No imprudent questions, no expectations and no judgement from anyone. You had her only to yourself and you both enjoyed the quiet and intimate moments you shared. On top of it, Bada had her career which involved a lot of time and networking, not to mention she was gradually getting more and more popular. She was the talk of town and, frankly speaking, neither of you wanted your relationship to be a public subject debated on online forums and social media platforms’ comment section.

She always had to remind you that you were an idol and the relationship would have impacted your carieer even more than hers. You were rarely seen together in public and you were thankful for that because it was already very hard to hide. She was working with SM mostly and you got to meet her through a common friend that was a stylist. You both agreed that if you would ever work together your relationship would be too obvious, so you avoided that as much as you could. Things had to remain secret.

But the exact opposite was happening right now. You leaned your head against your girlfriend’s shoulder, unlocking your phone again.

“Unnie, leave them be.” Minah said, noticing you were checking the comments again. She was sitting next to you at the table and took it upon herself to pour you another shot of alcohol.

“I don’t know why I’m so pressed about it.” You said, sighing and locking the phone and putting it on the table. Bada only looked at you briefly from the side of her eye while taking care of the meat on the grill in the middle of the table.

“What Bada unnie did was sooo cool, though.” Cheche joined. “I’m sure things will be easier now.”

“Maybe you’ll enjoy outdoor dates more now.” Tatter chimed in.

“Guys, we’re here to celebrate we won the show.” Bada said in a cute scolding tone. You knew she noticed talking about it only made you more anxious. “Gimme that.” She took your phone from the table and put it in her pocket.

She had asked you several times if what she did was wrong. And every time your answer was no. Because, to be completely honest, you agreed with Minah. What Bada, your fiancée, did was very cool and very romantic.

Only a couple of hours ago you were still waiting for the final results of the Street Woman Fighter 2 finale. If your girlfriend was popular before, her popularity was now exploding. Joining the show along with her crew had her in the spotlight, and many people found out about her talent through it. But it also meant that she had become busier than ever. More tired than ever. More stressed than ever. There had been so many days when you wanted to drop by and bring some freshly cooked food for her and her team, especially noticing how she was losing weight as much as she was losing sleep. But you couldn’t. All eyes were on her more than ever, and your relationship was still secret.

However, what you could do was be there for her at the most important moment of the show. You didn’t tell her but had been invited by the producers to be one of the few celebrities that attended the live broadcast, especially since people knew you were good friends with most of the 1million girls. In truth, you accepted the invitation because of Bada.

When she saw you for the first time she was sitting in the backstage, anxiously waiting to be called on stage. Daniel asked you to share your feelings on being there so you did your best to cheer on all teams equally and have a professional speech. Her face lit up immediately and it took her all self control not to wave at you through the screen like a five year old full of excitement, knowing she was filmed. She always went the extra mile in dancing whenever you were watching and the performances were completely out of this world. You loved it as a whole, all the team did an amazing job, but your eyes shifted to wherever Bada was at, being completely mesmerized by her. You knew how much she had worked to be there. After the performance was over all you wanted to scream out for everyone to hear was that she was your girl and you were so proud of her. You only cheered along with the audience, hoping she would know your feelings.

The most nerve wrecking moment was Daniel announcing the winner. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you looked at all the girls in BEBE team holding hands, praying their name would be called out.

And it was.

Maybe Bada was too drunk on victory. Or maybe not being able to express her happiness when she saw you in the audience was too much for her to handle. Or maybe she was simply too overwhelmed. In any case, you didn’t expect her following actions. After her never ending speech, thanking everyone she could name, checking her piece of paper where she had previously written her thoughts, she kept looking at you. For a moment, you thought that she would do something reckless and say your name in the speech. But she handed Tatter the microphone instead. They were running out of time anyway.

You wanted to hug her so badly. Tell her how proud you were. How much she meant to you. That you always believed in her. But, as you stood there in the crowd, the stage got full of people as the other contestants went to congratulate the winners. You pressed your lips together, trying to suppress the feeling of your heart aching. You were happy for her. Immensely so. But, for the first time, you hated this secret relationship thing you had. The live broadcast was finished already but your girlfriend was still busy chatting with people on the stage.

You noticed Bada hugging and thanking everyone for their kind words. However, she was growing impatient by the minute and it was harder and harder for her to respect the formalities and avoid being rude to everyone trying to talk to her. She wanted to go to you. She wanted to share this moment with you, her girlfriend, her fiancée, her soulmate. After hugging some people and taking some pictures she’d had enough. Bada hopped down the stage, not even minding to take the stairs on the side. Your eyes widened, not knowing what she was about to do. Or rather, because you knew exactly what she was about to do. She walked in your direction, some people still around you, most of the celebrities already gone after the results were out. You heard them talking, squealing. She only looked at you, her chocolate eyes making you weak in your knees. Bada stopped right in front of you and cupped both of your cheeks as she leaned down and kissed you. Her plump lips pressed against yours firmly, as if she wanted to get under your skin. Your hands instinctively grabbed her blue leather jacket, pulling her closer, forgetting everything and everyone around you for a brief and blissful moment.

To say that everyone was in shock would be an understatement. The sounds of reality came back to you as she pulled away, pressing her lips together and looking at you like a kid that just broke something he was told to be careful with. Around you some people had their phones in their hands, recording. Some started talking quietly to each other, letting out exclamations that weren’t that subtle. Some were too surprised to do anything. Even the loud laughter and chatting from the stage stopped, turning into a faint murmur. You suddenly felt anxious, noticing all those eyes on you.

However, Bada just pulled you by the hand and forced you to follow her up the stage, which for a moment gave you even more anxiety. She took a mic while still holding your hand firmly, speaking on a very bright yet nervous voice.

“Uhm, yes!” She started with a loud voice. She always did that when she was anxious, speaking loudly as if trying to snap herself out of it. “I've known y/n for quite a while and not through our jobs as artists. This is the person I want to give my biggest thanks to, the one who has been next to me at my worst and is here with me at my best. Y/n is my girlfriend, my fiancée and the best person I could ever ask for.”

You didn’t really remember how you got to the restaurant after that. All you knew was that all the contestants flocked around you, congratulating you, calling you pretty, teasing Bada and asking if you were alright since you looked rather pale. Some of them were your fans even and they scolded your girlfriend for not introducing you sooner. The members of team Bebe tried sheltering you as much as they could and you eventually ended up in a car with Tatter driving and Bada sitting with you in the backseat. You only came to your senses after munching on some meat and, most importantly, two shots of alcohol.

All of these events flashed in your mind in the span of a moment and you realized you might have had a panic attack back then. However, going out to celebrate with team Bebe was good for you. They were loud and happy and you would forget the stress of your now public relationship at times. Even if you felt the need to check once again what people were saying and what videos were circulating online, Bada had your phone and she wasn’t going to let you cause more stress to yourself.

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You got home very late, after driving the younger members home safely. You were both exhausted, especially your girlfriend since she had been up all day, rehearsing, performing, stressing out. However, probably because of the alcohol at the celebration or simply because she was finally alone with you after a long time, she was feeling very frisky. She was touching you with every occasion she got, her hands roaming over your thigh or back more than necessary ever since you were at the table, making you feel a little embarrassed in front of her friends.

When you got home it only got worse. And, even though you were tired, you allowed her to kiss you and touch you all over, loving the way her skin felt on top of yours. However, after letting her have her way, you pushed her away, down against the mattress and she looked at you with surprised eyes, worried she might have done something wrong.

“Are you mad because of what I did?” She asked from the hundredth time. She was only wearing her bra and her hair was scattered on the sheets around her head and over her shoulders.

“I’m actually happy about it.” You said pushing strands of hair away from her chest as an excuse to gently touch her skin.

“But… you’ve been checking whatever people are saying the whole night.” You looked at her plump lips and half opened tired eyes and wondered how you could ever be mad at her. "What's going to happen now?"

“Whatever.” You said. “My management will do some damage control.” You looked at her with a gentle but tired smile on your face, taking in every detail of her face. You didn't need alcohol to be drunk on love. “You’re the winner tonight. You deserve a prize.” She started grinning like an idiot in anticipation.

“What could that be-“ She hummed but her words turned into a moan as you leaned down and licked a line from her collarbone up her neck and under her jaw. Her hands grabbed you by the waist, fingers digging into your skin as you continued to leave wet kisses along her neck. She tried grabbing your face to pull you into a kiss she was desperate for, but you only pulled her hand away above her head.

“I said you deserve a prize. Just sit back and enjoy it.” You said, your lips only inches away from hers, and you felt her hips shift under your weight in an attempt to create some friction between the two of you. “We’ll get to that soon, love.” You continued, knowing exactly what she was looking forward to. Her hand relaxed in your grip and her whole body eased up, ready to received whatever you were about to do.

“Being a winner really is great.” She managed to say before turning into a moaning mess under your touch.

tags: @ssc7514

[puppym3]

hiii unnie (I mean I hope you're unnie) can I ask for a jeongin smut pls? Slay, okay so umm I want a dominant jeongin to turn him into sub while doing it I guess I don't know I hope you'll make it thank youuu~ <333

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bratty!jeongin x noona!reader

synopsis: after you call jeongin a "baby", he tries to prove to you that he can be dominate, able to take control at first but slowly losing it.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, smut, switch!jeongin, subby!jeongin, established relationship, teasing, brat!jeongin, oral (f. rec), riding, praise, jeongin calls reader "noona", piv, unprotected sex, creampie, banter, kinda fluffy, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: hiihi, omg i finally got a request for innie, so OFC you know i gotta hop on that, i love you @jiyeonslays for the suggestion, thank u so much

just ur reminder to not be too delulu, to give me suggestions, and to ask to be on the taglist if you want

finally i love all of u

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You’re nestled comfortably on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your lap as you file at your nails. The evening is peaceful, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner keeps the summer heat at bay. Jeongin, your boyfriend, is sprawled across the other end of the couch, his head resting on your thigh as he scrolls through his phone. The occasional chuckle escapes him, and you glance down, a smile tugging at your lips.

When Jeongin laughs again, you lean over, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. He pauses, and when he tilts his head up to look at you.

"Aish, what was that for?" he says, pretending he doesn't like it by wiping at his temple with his sleeve.

"Mm," you hum, shrugging innocently. "Just felt like it."

Jeongin rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to his phone, but you don't miss the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The night continues peacefully. When Jeongin's head drops into your lap again, his eyelids starting to flutter shut, you run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a soft hum of appreciation, nuzzling his head into your hand.

"You're such a baby," you say, and Jeongin makes a noise of protest.

"No" he mumbled, though it comes out a little muffled from his face being pressed against the soft fabric of your pants. "I'm not a baby, noona." He says, almost seeming like he's pouting.

"You're not?" you ask teasingly, running a fingertip along the shell of his ear. "But you're my baby, right Innie?"

Jeongin shudders and shakes his head. He lifts his head a little to speak, but his words are cut off when you trace the shell of his ear with your thumb, your fingernail just barely catching the sensitive skin. His eyes slip shut, and a quiet moan slips past his lips.

"What was that, innie?" you say, your voice soft as you continue stroking the soft skin. "Did you like that?"

"N..no, I don't like any of it." Jeongin manages to say, his words a little stilted. "I'll show you."

He pulls himself up a little, his arms wrapping around you. The two of you fall back onto the couch, the cushions sinking beneath you as Jeongin's body presses against yours. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.

"Mmh," you breathe, and when Jeongin grinds his hips down, a low groan spills from your lips.

"Like this," Jeongin mutters. "I know exactly how to make you feel good, noona."

He leans in and presses his lips against yours, his movements languid. He takes his time, kissing you gently, his lips moving against yours.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. You feel him shift, and then his lips are moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck. His fingers dance along your stomach, slipping under the hem of your shirt.

You whimper, and he smiles against your skin.

"Mm, does that feel good?" he asks, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. "Hm? Tell me it does." He says, his eyes wide and almost pleading as he looks up at you.

"It feels good," you breathe, and you let out a soft moan when he moves lower, his fingers pressing against your underwear.

"Good," he whispers, and then he's pressing a kiss against your clit through the fabric. You arch your hips up, your hand moving down to grip the back of his head, pushing his mouth closer. He pulls back for a moment, his fingers gripping the waistband of your underwear, but you're too focused on his touch, too focused on his lips pressed against your clit to stop him.

Jeongin peels your underwear off, and the second it hits the floor, he's ducking back between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight.

"Noona," he whispers, "you're so wet."

You gasp as he licks a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing against your clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he whimpers at the feeling.

"More," you breathe, and Jeongin complies, his tongue lapping at your clit, his fingers sliding into you.

He fucks you with his fingers, curling them in and out of you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

"Jeongin," you whimper, your fingers twisting in his hair, and he pulls away for a moment, his breath warm on your inner thigh.

"Hmm?" he asks, his eyes wide as he looks up at you. His cheeks are flushed, and his pupils are blown wide. He looks completely enamored, like he can't believe what he's seeing and tasting.

"Faster, please," you plead, and he smiles, dipping back down between your thighs.

He curls his fingers deeper, and his tongue presses harder, his movements growing sloppier, faster.

"That's it, good boy" you murmur, and you feel him shudder as you say the words.

"Honey," he whispers, "Can I make you cum like this? Will you let me make you cum?"

You moan at his words, the praise sending heat through your body. You're close, and the sensation of Jeongin's fingers moving inside of you, his tongue swirling around your clit has you trembling, your legs shaking.

But as much as it felt good, it wasn't enough. You wanted to ruin him yourself, to see his pretty face twisted in pleasure, you wanted him to admit that you were the one making him feel good, the one who was fucking him.

You didn't want to give him another reason to brag, that he wasn't a baby and he could make you submit under him.

You tugged at his hair, causing him to pull off of you, looking at you with confused eyes. And before he had a chance to protest, you sat up and pushed him back to the other side of the couch, crawling on top of him.

"Did you think that was going to be enough to satisfy me?" you teased, leaning down to brush your lips against his. "I need more, Innie. I need you inside of me."

Jeongin let out a choked moan, his hands gripping the couch tightly.

"Oh?" you whispered, rolling your hips against him. "Does that feel good, Innie?"

You tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring free.

"Look at you, so hard already. You must've been wanting this, hmm? Wanting me to ride your pretty little cock?"

"I-" Jeongin gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as you began stroking his length, your hand sliding up and down.

"Mmhm, and if you're good, maybe I'll even let you cum inside me."

You continued to stroke his cock, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. You could tell he was trying his hardest not to come undone, and it only spurred you on more.

You pressed your thumb against the tip of his cock, gathering up the precum before bringing it up to your lips, sucking it clean.

"You taste so good, baby," you purred, watching as his eyes fluttered shut once again.

You couldn't help but smile. This was what you wanted. To have him at your mercy. To have him begging for more. To have him completely at your disposal. To prove that you could make him tiny under you.

Your hands spread out to lay on his chest, feeling at his hard muscles, his warm skin.

"You're so sexy," you whispered, your hand sliding up and cupping his cheek. "I love how big and strong you pretend to be around me, but you're just so weak when I touch you, aren't you? Look how easily you get submissive, baby."

Jeongin shuddered under you, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

You sank down a tiny bit on him, letting the tip rub against your entrance. He gasped, his hands moving to grip the couch tightly.

"You can't hide anything from me," you breathed, sliding down just enough to let the head of his cock slide into you.

"Ah," Jeongin moaned, his head tilting back as you took him inside you.

"You're so pretty, Innie," you murmured, rolling your hips as you sank down further. "So pretty, and all mine."

Jeongin gasped, his hands leaving the couch and wrapping around your waist, pulling you down until you were fully seated on him.

Your body trembled with the sudden sensation, the fullness of him stretching you open.

You moaned, your nails digging into his chest. Feeling yourself clench over him. "My desperate baby," you whispered, biting your lips to keep from moaning louder.

Jeongin was struggling to stay quiet, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. But every time you moved, his cock throbbed inside you, and you couldn't help but moan softly.

You were already so close from the stimulation he had given you earlier, so it was hard to keep yourself composed. And he could feel it, from the way your walls were fluttering around him.

You began to move faster, your hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

"That's it, good boy," you murmured, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

Jeongin kissed you hungrily, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting himself on you.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you down harder, filling you up. You were close, and he could tell. He could feel your body trembling, and that made him closer as well.

"Noona, cum on me." He thrust into you harder, his hands squeezing your hips. "Cum on me, please, I wanna feel you." He pleaded, his eyes looking up at you with shiny eyes.

You shuddered, your walls tightening around him.

"Innie," you whimpered, your hands gripping the back of the couch, using it to steady yourself.

He was whimpering now, his eyes half closed, his lips parted.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying to hold back your cries as you came, your hips bucking forward, your pussy clenching around his cock.

He held you tight as he came after you, his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you up.

You leaned forward, letting his cock slide out of you as you lay your head on his chest. You could feel his heart racing, and you could hear his breathing, his chest rising and falling.

You could tell that he was exhausted, his body completely spent from the orgasm.

You were proud, knowing that you had managed to bring him to such a state.

You kissed his neck gently, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, trailing down his chest.

"You're the best baby, so perfect." You murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

He sighed, his eyes closing as he relaxed under your touch.

"I'm... not a baby," he said, his voice soft. "I was just tired, that's all."

"Yeah, right," you playfully retorted, rolling your eyes before pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.

He scoffed, looking away from you. "Can we clean up now?"

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taglist for my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance, @imperfectlyperfectprincess1

[coldfanbou]

Raffle Winner

Time for Day 7 with a blindfolded and almost completely free use Viviz

Length 3K

Viviz x mreader

It was difficult to believe the streak of luck you just had; first, you managed to get into a fansign to meet Viviz, then you won a special raffle they held. You would get your prize at the end, so you just relaxed and enjoyed the fansign for now. When it was your turn to talk to them, Eunha was up first. “Congratulations on your win today.” She chirps, her smile reminding you of a rabbit’s. “I hope you’re looking forward to your prize; it’s something extra special.” SinB elbows Eunha in the side before putting her finger to her lips. “Yah! I wasn’t going to tell him. I just wanted to tell him he should look forward to it,” Eunha whines as she rubs her side. “You didn’t have to hit me.” The eldest member begins to cry crocodile tears, making you laugh along with the other fans. You can hear Eunha kick her feet under the table, the tip taps of her heels hitting the floor. 

You move on to SinB next, and she quickly gets to work signing your album. She glances at you before quietly saying, “You better enjoy your prize. It’s rare.” She says in slight annoyance. Eunha takes her chance and elbows SinB, and Umji gets involved, too, doing the same when SinB turns to the eldest. “Agk, hey!” The two women giggle, seeing SinB get more annoyed. 

“You’re the one who wants to keep quiet, Unnie,” Umji reminds her. Seeing their playful natures in person fills you with joy, and you move on to Umji next. She’s careful to keep the discussion away from the prize; she nervously looks to her side, seeing both Eunha and SinB ready to jump her the moment she says something. You try to drag the conversation in that direction, but Umji manages to escape saying anything. Even though she avoided mention of the prize, Eunha and SinB decide to attack her anyway, poking her sides and making her body jerk in one direction before it jerks another. “I didn’t say anything!” Umji cries as she gets prodded by her members. You laugh at the sight and etch it into your memory before being ushered off the stage. When the fansign finally comes to an end, you’re told to stay a bit longer, and soon enough, a manager comes to get you, leading you backstage.

He knocks on the door, and from the other side, you hear Eunha say they’re ready. He opens the door and closes it behind you. You don’t see anything in the room at first, but turning to the right, you spot them. Eunha, Umji, and SinB are standing before you naked and blindfolded. “Is he in here?” Eunha asks, looking in the direction of her younger members. 

“I am,” You say before either woman can respond.

“Oh, okay. Welcome!” Eunha says, taking a hesitant step forward. 

“Your special prize today is getting to have sex with us,” Umji says, doing the same as Eunha. She slides one foot forward along the floor, trying not to bump into anything.

“For five hours, you can use our bodies as you like. You just can’t hurt us or take any pictures.” SinB says as she steps forward. You nod your head before realizing they can’t see you. You give them an audible response of agreement. Each woman provides small claps before SinB asks who you’d like first. Your reply with Eunha and she thinks about jumping up to cheer, but with the blindfold on, she becomes too scared. As you approach the blindfolded woman, you take in her body. Eunha’s wide hips and thick thighs immediately attract you. Her breasts were probably the biggest of all the members, too. You stand in front of her, and she can feel your presence. 

Starting at her shoulders, you move your hands down her body, feeling her soft flesh. Eunha shivers at your initial touch and giggles. Your hands swiftly moan over her chest and reach her sides; you move them up and down before returning to her breasts, cupping them softly. Eunha gasps softly as she feels your thumbs move in small circular motions around her nipples. The light pink nubs are flicked side to side. Eunha places her hands on your arms. Her small hands squeeze your biceps lightly whenever you flick her nipple with your thumb. Once satisfied, you move your hands down the side of her body again, feeling her smooth skin until you reach the midpoint of her thigh. You squeeze it and hear Eunha moan. You glance at Umji and SinB, seeing a smile on both their faces after hearing their eldest member moan. Pulling your hand away from Eunha’s body, you tell her you forgot to undress. She tries to hold back a laugh and lets go of your arms. You quickly undress before walking over to Umji and SinB and finding them a place to sit while they wait for their turn. With them comfortably sitting, you head back to Eunha. You stand before her and place a hand on her outer thigh. You raise her leg and slide your cock between her lips. Feeling your cock slide between her legs, Eunha begins to moan. 

You whisper to Eunha about how beautiful she is and how much you want her. She nods in response, trying to hold back a moan. She’s slowly getting wet; you feel her cunt coating your cock in her nectar the more you slide between her lips. The small woman’s hands wander your body, trying to learn more about you via touch. You can’t wait any longer. You angle your cock and push the head inside. She gasps when she feels you enter. You push more of your cock in before grabbing her other thigh and lifting her. Eunha immediately wraps her hands around your neck; she casts a wide net so she doesn’t miss you somehow. You shift your hands to her ass as you adjust. It’s soft but still toned from years of dancing. You dig your hands into the soft flesh. Eunha tilts her head back as she moans, leaving it in prime position. You kiss it softly, your tongue licking at her skin. You pull Eunha in close, burying your cock inside the small woman. You both moan. Eunha feels your cock spreading her lips and stretching her; though the pleasure is great, she grinds her hips on you without thinking. “You’re so big.” 

You turn in place to face Umji and SinB, watching the women as they start to play with their bodies. SinB slides her fingertips along her folds while using her other hand to pull on her nipples. Umji does much the same, but she’s more intense about it. She’s slipping her fingers inside every so often, just the very tips of them, before pulling back and tracing her folds. You get harder watching them, and Eunha feels it. You start moving, pushing your cock further in before pulling out slowly. As you do, Eunha lets out a long, drawn-out moan. You enjoy hearing her voice and drive your cock back into her cunt. You feel her walls being split apart as you drive your cock inside. You get a shiver down your spine as your bodies meet. Your hands dig into her as you start thrusting in earnest. Eunha’s modest breasts bounce with every thrust; they mesmerize you. Leaning down, you start sucking on them. Eunha’s moans grow louder as you wrack her body with pleasure. She wraps her legs around you, squeezing your sides.

Umji and SinB’s moans grow louder as they continue to play with themselves. The sounds of Eunha’s moans turned them on. You near your first orgasm; your thrusts bring you and Eunha tremendous pleasure. “Eunha, I’m going to cum.”

Eunha presses her chest against yours, “Cum inside my pussy. Fill me with your love,” She whispers into your ear. Eunha follows that  with a giggle, “Is that what you want to hear?” 

“Yes, yes.” You moan loudly. “Say it again.”

“Give it to me, cum inside me!” Eunha practically shouts. You slam your cock into her and unleash a wave of cum into her cunt. Feeling your hot cum spew into her triggers Eunha’s orgasm. Her legs tighten around you, and you feel her walls clench down on your cock, milking you. You press your head forward and capture her lips. Eunha returns the kiss. Her tongue slips out of her mouth for a second, and you take the chance to meet it. You remain together while your orgasms last. Eunha rocks her hips, giving you both small bits of pleasure. You lift Eunha off your cock and let her down gently. Eunha wobbles on her feet briefly before heading to her members with you. Umji and SinB have continued to tease themselves. Keeping themselves close to cumming but not going through with it. You walk to Umji’s side and take her hand, placing it on your cock. It’s coated in Eunha’s juices and your cum. Umji licks her lips and starts stroking your shaft, covering her hand in the mixture. You get Umji onto her knees, and Eunha takes her seat beside SinB. 

You look down at the blindfolded Umji, watching her stroke your cock. She stops, licking her hand clean. You watch her small tongue gather your cum before drinking it. You get turned on and put your hand on her head, guiding her to your cock. The youngest member follows along and accidentally presses her lips against the head of your cock. She recoils from it. A tiny bit of cum got onto her lips. She licks them and tastes the salty liquid. You guide her back to your cock and watch as she kisses your tip. She grasps your cock gently, her hand glides on your shaft as she strokes you. Umji wraps her lips around the head of your cock; you feel her small tongue take small licks. You groan from the pleasure. Umji takes her time enjoying your cock. She slowly pushes more in your mouth, stopping often to swirl her tongue around your cock. Her small mouth is stretching to fit your size. She suckles on your cock, and as much as you want her to do more, you let Umji work at her pace. Soon enough, she has your cock down her throat; it’s expanded because of your size. You never expected Umji to be so skilled. Umji pulled back to your head and started to bob her head quickly, her tongue running along the underside of your cock as you near your climax. “Umji, I’m going to cum.” She doubles her efforts, placing her hands on your thighs as she rubs the head of your cock with the inside of her cheek. She swallows your cock whole and strokes it quickly as she releases it from her mouth. At your edge, you let go and cum onto Umji’s face. She opens her mouth, some cum lands in it, and Umji enjoys the taste of what she can get. 

You help Umji to her feet before pinning her to the wall; you’re beside Eunha and SinB, who keep themselves on edge. Eunha feeds herself your cum, sucking on her fingers after scooping some out of her cunt. You’re pressing yourself against Umji’s back, feeling her ass rub against you. Placing your cock between her juicy thighs, you start thrusting. Umji moans as your cock rubs against her lips. To give her more, you snake your hand between her body and the wall until you reach her clit. You use your fingertips to rub around it before flicking it quickly. Umji shudders every time you do it. You’re coating Umji’s thighs in cum as you thrust. Umji’s thighs were amazingly soft as they surrounded your cock. She pressed them together, making it that much more pleasurable. You hear Umji whimper as your cock brushes against her lips. “I want it.” She says quietly. You slow down and come to a stop. Moving your hands up, you cup her breasts and squeeze them softly; they were a little smaller than Eunha’s but felt just as nice in your hands.

You align your cock with Umji’s cunt and push in. You feel some resistance as you do. Umji was a bit tighter than Eunha, making it difficult to push your cock in. Still, you manage, Umji groans as you struggle to push more of your cock. Once the head is in, the resistance fades, and you end up ramming your cock deep into Umji’s pussy. Her voice rings throughout the room as she cums from insertion alone. Her body shakes, but you keep her pressed against the wall. Her walls try to milk you, but you’re not close to cumming yet. That being said, the sensation pushes you closer. You give Umji a second to recover before thrusting into her. Her ass presses against you with every thrust; it jiggles as her body lurches a bit. Between you and the wall, Umji’s moans come quicker. “Are you going to cum again?” You ask her.

Umji nods her head quickly, whining as she does. You start thrusting quickly; Umji’s tightening cunt drives you crazy as you feel her walls try to keep you inside. Your quick thrusts are working against you as you’re nearing your climax. “I’m going to cum soon; just hold on.” You moan. Umji cums first, she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her whines bounce off the walls as she milks your cock. This time you bury your cock and give her cunt what it wants. You’re seed spills into her pussy. You both lean against the wall, tired and recovering. You thrust a few more times, and Umji’s walls return the favor by tightening and loosening around you. You pull out slowly, cum runs down Umji’s thighs. You turn her around and kiss her. Her tongue lazily returns the passion you put into the kiss. Umji stumbles to the other members as you aid her. She ends up sitting on Eunha, prompting the elder to feel around Umji’s body as she tries to figure out who’s on top of her.

That left SinB; you had special plans for SinB. You wanted to edge her for the duration you had left. You take her hand and help her up. “I was getting tired of waiting.” She says while continuing to rub her lower lips. You place your hand over hers and push her fingers inside. She moans quietly as if trying to hide them from the others. You smile, and though she can’t see SinB comments about how you must enjoy teasing her. You give her ass a squeeze with your other hand while she speaks. The blindfold looks good on SinB, and you’re tempted to take it off her so she can see what Eunha and Umji have gone through. You don’t, though. You abandon SinB’s hand and let her finger herself while your hands wander over her body, touching every part of her as you stare her up and down.

SinB had the smallest breasts of the bunch, but they suited her.  You take her other hand and place it on your cock. SinB understands quickly, and she jerks you off while fingering herself; she imagines what you plan to do to her, not knowing you would deny her any orgasm. SinB moans a little louder as you kiss her neck. You ask her if she’s going to cum, and she replies with a yes. You pull her hand away and pin her to the wall, kissing her at the same time. You hold the kiss for some time and leave a trail of kisses down SinB’s body, wasting time to make sure her body calms down.

Once you think she’s ready, you place your cock at her entrance. You tell her to lower herself onto your cock, and she does. SinB slowly sinks onto your cock. You feel her walls surround you as she swallows you with ease. Her walls caress every side of your cock and cradle your head as you knock against her womb. You both moan and after a second, you start moving. Every thrust you drive impale SinB with your cock. You enjoy the feeling of her cunt wrapping around you and revel in the knowledge you're going to deny her any orgasm because you find it fun to tease her. SinB holds onto your shoulders as you thrust, gripping you with all her strength. You kiss her to keep her moans muffled. Turning to the others, you see Eunha playing with Umji’s body, fingering the maknae of the group with great eagerness. Your thrusts get more powerful and come quicker until you feel SinB tightening around you. You slow down, bringing the pace back to a crawl. Every thrust still has power behind it, though; you watch SinB’s small tits bounce as you slam your cock into her. She whines about you, slowly down, telling you how close she was. 

Feeling like you could start again, you speed up, making sure SinB got to feel the pleasure of being fucked. SinB lifts her leg and places it on your shoulder, allowing it deeper. You begin to near your climax, and SinB knows it. She can feel your cock twitching inside her. “Why don’t you cum inside me?” She says to you. She’s trying to goad you into continuing and making her cum too. You consider it. “Breed me, make me a mommy.” She whispers. SinB is saying whatever she needs to in order to get her orgasm. Her words turn you on, and you repeatedly drive your cock into SinB. 

It’s at that moment there’s a knock on the door. “Your time is up. I’ll let you get ready,” says a staff member. You turn back to SinB and pull out without either getting to cum. SinB complains about being the only one that didn’t get to orgasm. She removes her blindfolds and sees Eunha and Umji filled with your cum. 

“What if you came back with us to our dorm?” She asks.

“Really?” 

“Yes, I won’t spend the night frustrated because I didn’t get to cum.” She replies. You happily agree; excited that you’ll get more time with Viviz.

[mikachacha]

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You and Bada are secretly dating but also competing against each other in Street Woman Fighter. You're in Jam Republic while she's leading team Bebe. So when she saw you perform for Hwasa choreography draft mission, she could've sworn that she lost her shit at how enticing you looked.

Warnings: very suggestive content (possibility of being a smut) and language

(A/N: I've been watching the choregraphies for Chili and damn they're all hot 🤤)

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Being in a secret relationship is hard, but being in a competition against your girlfriend is harder. You're the sixth member of Jam Republic while Bada is the leader of Bebe. Your teams often clashed but you didn't let that come between you two. You still loved each other the same and are each other's hype woman.

To keep the professionalism up, whenever there's an upcoming mission, you guys don't discuss any competition related to each other and don't send any pics or videos of both your teams' routines even though the both of you loved showing off to each other, especially when it comes to dancing so when the Hwasa choreography draft mission came, both of you were completely blown away by each other's performance.

"Damn.. My girlfriend is so hot what the actual fuckkkk?!?" you couldn't help yourself but gush over Bada as well as team Bebe which made your own teammates laugh.

"It's like you're only seeing it for the first time." Ling nudged you while laughing and you turned to her with a pout on your face.

"It is the first time that I saw that! Well except for when we were asked to perform a little bit of our concepts to the other teams. But still! They changed some parts." You said and Kirsten only chuckled, ruffling your hair.

"I think Bada will be on your ass later after she watches you perform. We did keep the juiciest parts for this." Kirsten grinned and you couldn't help but smile mischievously at what she said. Bada is definitely in for a surprise.

When it was your group's turn to perform, you looked at Bada and smirked which she found a bit strange. It made her feel nervous and excited at the same time so she eagerly watched you perform with your group. To say that she lost her ability to think rationally is a huge understatement. Seeing you on stage, dancing so enticingly, especially when you did the floor work.. It made Bada's jaw drop. She's sure that you'll be the cause of her demise at how hot you looked.

"I want to go up there and just snatch her then go home.." Bada whined while her team members laughed. Their leader is so far gone, probably imagining all the dirty things she's gonna do to you when you get home.

"I seriously feel bad for Y/N-unnie.. The way Bada-unnie is looking at her right now doesn't look like she's gonna be resting when they get home." Sowoen jokingly said and the others agreed with her. The way Bada is looking at you reminds them of a wolf waiting to pounce on its prey.

When you finished, you saw Bada looking at you, her eyes held hunger and a promise that she wouldn't be letting you rest immediately when you get home. You visibly gulped at her expression. Oh you're in trouble. When filming finally wrapped up, you immediately went to Jam Republic's room to change clothes.

"Jesus! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" you could've sworn you passed away for a few seconds when you opened the door to go outside and saw that Bada was standing there, waiting for you. Your teammates couldn't help but chuckle at what was about to happen. They knew all too well.

"Have fun, you two! And be safe going home." Audrey shouts from inside the room as you were stepping out. You turned to look at them, glaring at each one playfully before finally going home with Bada. Bada was completely silent all the way home and it made you nervous but decided to not point it out because you know your fate is sealed the moment you stepped on that stage dancing to Hwasa's new song.

When you finally entered your shared apartment, Bada immediately kissed you. It was hot and passionate, her hands trailing against your sides while your arms were loosely wrapped around her shoulders. She kissed you like there was no tomorrow before moving to kiss you jaw and neck, leaving marks here and there which made you whine in protest but didn't really put in any effort to stop Bada.

"Oh pretty girl.. You looked so sexy earlier.. Do you know how hard it was for me to not go up there and just snatch you mid performance?" Bada whispered and those words sent shivers up your spine.

Bada led you to the bedroom and the both of you were naked in no time. Her mouth trailed kisses all over your body, making sure to abuse those sensitive spots of yours to make you moan and writhe beneath her. She loves hearing the sounds you make, especially when her fingers are working in and out of you.

"Fuck.. Bada, please.." you moaned out loud as she continued to tease you. Her fingers are just barely brushing against your spot and you're getting frustrated because you wanted her to stop teasing and get on with it. Bada chuckles hearing your plea. She could hear the frustration and desperation in your voice which she found so adorable.

"Anything for you, princess." she smirks and you were seeing stars after she said that. She was relentlessly working her fingers inside you, making sure to hit your spot every single time while her mouth worked against your sensitive nub. You're hoarse from moaning and sometimes screaming out her name as she made you come again and again before you're spent.

Bada took care of you, cleaned you up and cuddled with you after everything was done. She was placing kisses on your face while brushing your hair with her fingers to help you fall asleep. You smiled at the gesture and closed your eyes, falling asleep being held by Bada.